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 Suriname and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin 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 Sun City Girls to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Black Pus,
Gastr Del Sol,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
FM Einheit,
Rakim,
Ten City,
The Leaves,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Outsiders,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jacob Miller,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Parry Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
PIL,
The Saints,
Kenny Larkin,
The Mummies,
Trumans Water,
The Zeros,
Silicon Teens,
CMW,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
Ohio Players,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
The Slackers,
Young Marble Giants,
Depeche Mode,
LL Cool J,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eddi Front,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Bauhaus,
Sonic Youth,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
Moss Icon,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
Jerry Gold Smith,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Anthony Braxton,
Marc Almond,
Easy Going,
Accadde A,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kerri Chandler,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers, De La Soul & Jungle Brothers.
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.