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 Grenada and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 arpeggiator 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 Skriet to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Interpol tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minnie Riperton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DNA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Interpol,
The Cramps,
The Martian,
Alice Coltrane,
Dark Day,
Brothers Johnson,
Average White Band,
Monks,
kango's stein massive,
The Kinks,
Lindisfarne,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Man Parrish,
The Last Poets,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barrington Levy,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Ice-T,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fugs,
Easy Going,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Skriet,
Harry Pussy,
Masters at Work,
Andrew Hill,
The Vogues,
Yellowson,
Eric Dolphy,
Suicide,
Animal Collective,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Das Ding,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Birthday Party,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
10cc,
Bill Near,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Vladislav Delay,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Slave,
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Delta 5,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kerri Chandler,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stockholm Monsters,
David Bowie,
Model 500,
Flipper,
Cybotron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel, Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel.
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.