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 China and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
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 Jesper Dahlback to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Kerrie Biddell,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Darondo,
Simply Red,
the Association,
Underground Resistance,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Schoolly D,
Howard Jones,
Skaos,
Agitation Free,
Eric Dolphy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Bananas,
Gong,
The Angels of Light,
Bob Dylan,
Colin Newman,
Suicide,
Easy Going,
Lakeside,
The Doobie Brothers,
Echospace,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Jawbox,
DNA,
The Offenders,
John Cale,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
MDC,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monks,
Adolescents,
the Sonics,
Quadrant,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Chris & Cosey,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yusef Lateef,
H. Thieme,
Basic Channel,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
a-ha,
Severed Heads,
Khruangbin,
Spoonie Gee,
Minor Threat,
Mission of Burma,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.