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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Excepter to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott Heron,
Thee Headcoats,
Scrapy,
Graham Central Station,
Malaria!,
Hashim,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
David McCallum,
The Gun Club,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
10cc,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Victims,
Danielle Patucci,
Basic Channel,
Swans,
Vladislav Delay,
Panda Bear,
The Invisible,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tom Boy,
In Retrospect,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
Carl Craig,
Average White Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Bauhaus,
The Stooges,
Kurtis Blow,
Skaos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Second Layer,
The Index,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Underground Resistance,
Icehouse,
Japan,
Vainqueur,
Joe Finger,
Quando Quango,
Rapeman,
Cecil Taylor,
Moby Grape,
X-102,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Smoke,
Pantaleimon,
One Last Wish,
The Saints,
Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion, Intrusion.
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.