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 Slovenia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Accadde A to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Shadows of Knight,
Urselle,
Hot Snakes,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
DNA,
Section 25,
Derrick Morgan,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Todd Terry,
Faust,
Lebanon Hanover,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Mr. Review,
Ronnie Foster,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Buzzcocks,
Blancmange,
New Order,
The Real Kids,
Absolute Body Control,
Suburban Knight,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Animal Collective,
Sarah Menescal,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D,
Ponytail,
Matthew Bourne,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jawbox,
Dawn Penn,
Chris Corsano,
Swans,
Matthew Halsall,
Reuben Wilson,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Offenders,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wasted Youth,
Audionom,
Glenn Branca,
Ohio Players,
Brass Construction,
Von Mondo,
Excepter,
Smog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kerri Chandler,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liliput,
The Smiths,
Steve Hackett,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Suicide,
The Moody Blues,
Rites of Spring,
Bluetip,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.