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 Italy and from Philadelphia.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Sugar Minott to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Tom Boy,
Masters at Work,
Archie Shepp,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Radio Birdman,
Wolf Eyes,
The Fugs,
Gang of Four,
One Last Wish,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
Sun City Girls,
Scratch Acid,
Crash Course in Science,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
The Wake,
Chris & Cosey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Parrish,
Marvin Gaye,
Darondo,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
David Bowie,
Soft Machine,
The Standells,
Organ,
the Germs,
Cluster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ossler,
Camouflage,
Radiohead,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
Mark Hollis,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nils Olav,
Royal Trux,
Lucky Dragons,
Alton Ellis,
Todd Terry,
New York Dolls,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Icehouse,
Country Teasers,
Suicide,
Joy Division,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Cal Tjader,
Metal Thangz,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxette,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.