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 Senegal and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Andrew Hill to the techno 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Bush Tetras tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
The Modern Lovers,
Jeff Mills,
The Birthday Party,
Mars,
Metal Thangz,
Interpol,
The Music Machine,
The Names,
Ituana,
Matthew Halsall,
Jandek,
Smog,
The Searchers,
Peter & Gordon,
Minor Threat,
Sound Behaviour,
Babytalk,
Laurel Aitken,
Deepchord,
Gerry Rafferty,
Reagan Youth,
Motorama,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Count Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Skaos,
The Shadows of Knight,
Mary Jane Girls,
Procol Harum,
Danielle Patucci,
Q and Not U,
Brothers Johnson,
The Fugs,
Todd Terry,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scott Walker,
Ice-T,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
Prince Buster,
Eric Copeland,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
Moebius,
Terry Callier,
One Last Wish,
Bauhaus,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Peter and Kerry,
Siglo XX,
Camberwell Now,
Y Pants,
Eric B and Rakim,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.