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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Black Moon to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rakim,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Howard Jones,
Sixth Finger,
Nico,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Five Americans,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Golliwogs,
Depeche Mode,
Sex Pistols,
Scott Walker,
The Blackbyrds,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alice Coltrane,
Au Pairs,
Excepter,
The Happenings,
Average White Band,
Matthew Halsall,
Amazonics,
Minnie Riperton,
The Gladiators,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Lee Hazlewood,
Subhumans,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Eli Mardock,
Young Marble Giants,
A Certain Ratio,
Rotary Connection,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Sarah Menescal,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Skaos,
The Fire Engines,
The Leaves,
Metal Thangz,
U.S. Maple,
Can,
John Foxx,
Soft Machine,
Deadbeat,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Outsiders,
Magma,
Bang On A Can,
Brand Nubian,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
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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.