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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Brass Construction to the rap 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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bang On A Can record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Danielle Patucci,
Subhumans,
Nick Fraelich,
Cluster,
Erykah Badu,
Roxette,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
48th St. Collective,
The Busters,
Morten Harket,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bob Dylan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pole,
The Count Five,
Susan Cadogan,
Barbara Tucker,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mo-Dettes,
Quando Quango,
UT,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Trumans Water,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Blake Baxter,
The Fall,
Y Pants,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
New Age Steppers,
The Music Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Stereo Dub,
The Associates,
The Fire Engines,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gladiators,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerri Chandler,
Eric B and Rakim,
KRS-One,
The Divine Comedy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
Eli Mardock,
Babytalk,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Searchers,
Slave,
Interpol,
kango's stein massive,
The Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.