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 Kuwait and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin 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 Toni Rubio to the disco 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vainqueur,
CMW,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Janne Schatter,
Suicide,
Pharoah Sanders,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Quantec,
Section 25,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Japan,
The Techniques,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young,
June of 44,
Roxy Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Public Enemy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
New York Dolls,
The Invisible,
Dawn Penn,
R.M.O.,
Sight & Sound,
Man Eating Sloth,
48th St. Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cheater Slicks,
Robert Görl,
H. Thieme,
Organ,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
World's Most,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
U.S. Maple,
Peter and Kerry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
China Crisis,
Amazonics,
Yellowson,
Kayak,
Ralphi Rosario,
Livin' Joy,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Real Kids,
Drexciya,
Symarip,
Mark Hollis,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.