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 Monaco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Half Japanese to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Massinfluence,
Blake Baxter,
The Neon Judgement,
Eric Dolphy,
Godley & Creme,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Sonics,
Sixth Finger,
The Martian,
Guru Guru,
Moebius,
B.T. Express,
Hashim,
The Sound,
The Selecter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Man Parrish,
Symarip,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Red Krayola,
Unrelated Segments,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Blues Magoos,
Morten Harket,
FM Einheit,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
Roy Ayers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Index,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Wolf Eyes,
Albert Ayler,
Toni Rubio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marmalade,
Gang Gang Dance,
Althea and Donna,
Sister Nancy,
Mantronix,
Eden Ahbez,
Franke,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Barracudas,
The Real Kids,
MDC,
Gregory Isaacs,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
the Swans,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Adolescents,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.