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 Ethiopia and from Johannesburg.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Leaves to the jazz 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 Kool Moe Dee. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
The Beau Brummels,
kango's stein massive,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Holt,
Gabor Szabo,
Andrew Hill,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Stetsasonic,
Y Pants,
Pere Ubu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
The New Christs,
Dark Day,
Yusef Lateef,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tomorrow,
New Order,
Intrusion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Fugs,
Skriet,
Fatback Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
Eric Copeland,
Wasted Youth,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
EPMD,
Kurtis Blow,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Thee Headcoats,
Tom Boy,
Reuben Wilson,
Scientists,
Fat Boys,
Half Japanese,
Lou Christie,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D,
Neu!,
Lalo Schifrin,
China Crisis,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ludus,
Public Image Ltd.,
Barry Ungar,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Brick,
Boz Scaggs,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
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.