Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from El Salvador and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Monks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
the Swans,
Lower 48,
The Fuzztones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
FM Einheit,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Patti Smith,
The Invisible,
The Moody Blues,
Tres Demented,
Soft Cell,
Chris & Cosey,
Marshall Jefferson,
Johnny Clarke,
Oneida,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Cecil Taylor,
Amazonics,
Agent Orange,
JFA,
Curtis Mayfield,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Terry,
Franke,
The Golliwogs,
10cc,
Minor Threat,
Eurythmics,
Ludus,
X-Ray Spex,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jacob Miller,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Guru Guru,
The Slackers,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Con Funk Shun,
The Stooges,
Neu!,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Chris Corsano,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mantronix,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Angels of Light,
Nation of Ulysses,
Half Japanese,
Deakin,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Eden Ahbez,
Funky Four + One,
Sonny Sharrock,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.