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 Macedonia 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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
The Misunderstood,
10cc,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
In Retrospect,
Unrelated Segments,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Warren Ellis,
The Velvet Underground,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Alice Coltrane,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Popol Vuh,
Bob Dylan,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Pole,
Little Man,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Green,
The Toasters,
Traffic Nightmare,
Henry Cow,
Marcia Griffiths,
LL Cool J,
kango's stein massive,
John Cale,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry,
Whodini,
Cal Tjader,
The Sonics,
Bang On A Can,
Chrome,
The New Christs,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sound,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Intrusion,
Eddi Front,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Davy DMX,
Scion,
Andrew Hill,
Wasted Youth,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Gladiators,
Quadrant,
Godley & Creme,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Fear,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan, Derrick Morgan.
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.