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 Estonia and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Todd Rundgren to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry's Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
Khruangbin,
Howard Jones,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks,
Depeche Mode,
Marine Girls,
Glambeats Corp.,
Metal Thangz,
Niagra,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hot Snakes,
Flipper,
Bauhaus,
Reuben Wilson,
Eve St. Jones,
Gang Starr,
JFA,
Susan Cadogan,
Young Marble Giants,
Sparks,
Fluxion,
Althea and Donna,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd,
Ice-T,
Ossler,
Dave Gahan,
the Normal,
In Retrospect,
Donny Hathaway,
the Germs,
Hashim,
Bad Manners,
The Selecter,
Roxette,
Joe Finger,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Thompson Twins,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Livin' Joy,
Black Pus,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Residents,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Arab on Radar,
Magazine,
Harmonia,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funky Four + One,
Lou Reed,
The Five Americans,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.