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 Jordan and from Lille.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Dawn Penn,
Robert Wyatt,
Rod Modell,
The Last Poets,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Happenings,
The Cosmic Jokers,
the Swans,
Cal Tjader,
Throbbing Gristle,
Crime,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Section 25,
The Music Machine,
Flipper,
Jeff Mills,
Minny Pops,
Swans,
Minnie Riperton,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Deakin,
Rufus Thomas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Names,
The Victims,
The Zeros,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Colin Newman,
The Vogues,
Tommy Roe,
Dead Boys,
48th St. Collective,
Symarip,
Cymande,
Neu!,
The Fire Engines,
Sixth Finger,
Mars,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Shadows of Knight,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Nas,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
The Moleskins,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.