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 Iran and from Tokyo.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the güiro 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 Adolescents to the crunk 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New York Dolls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suburban Knight,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Essential Logic,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis,
The Cowsills,
Hasil Adkins,
The New Christs,
Cal Tjader,
the Normal,
These Immortal Souls,
Theoretical Girls,
Spandau Ballet,
Peter and Kerry,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
The Raincoats,
John Foxx,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Brass Construction,
Dark Day,
Livin' Joy,
Barry Ungar,
48th St. Collective,
Maurizio,
The Star Department,
The Angels of Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flash Fearless,
June of 44,
KRS-One,
Bobbi Humphrey,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Tubeway Army,
FM Einheit,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Skaos,
Camberwell Now,
The Index,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
The Pretty Things,
Angry Samoans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Piero Umiliani,
Pantaleimon,
Vainqueur,
Index,
Organ,
Saccharine Trust,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.