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 Kazakhstan and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Kas Product to the grime 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Deadbeat,
Unrelated Segments,
The Move,
Bad Manners,
Carl Craig,
Skarface,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
the Bar-Kays,
Gang Green,
Black Flag,
Monks,
The Mummies,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
The Saints,
Crash Course in Science,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Joey Negro,
Peter & Gordon,
Dark Day,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Matthew Halsall,
The Doors,
Alison Limerick,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Tears for Fears,
Rufus Thomas,
Qualms,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Darondo,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Dirtbombs,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Procol Harum,
New York Dolls,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lou Christie,
The Trojans,
Hasil Adkins,
Reuben Wilson,
Cecil Taylor,
10cc,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gong,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gang Gang Dance,
Skriet,
Panda Bear,
Rosa Yemen,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey, Bobbi Humphrey.
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.