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 Jamaica and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 chamberlin 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 Blancmange to the punk 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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Jeff Mills,
Joy Division,
Bauhaus,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Simply Red,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Barclay James Harvest,
JFA,
Desert Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ronnie Foster,
Wings,
The Mummies,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
David Axelrod,
Liliput,
Silicon Teens,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Sheep,
Roy Ayers,
Q and Not U,
the Sonics,
Todd Terry,
New Age Steppers,
Nils Olav,
In Retrospect,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Lindisfarne,
Mars,
the Germs,
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
The Flesh Eaters,
8 Eyed Spy,
Porter Ricks,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Neu!,
Wire,
Franke,
The Divine Comedy,
Patti Smith,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Doors,
Curtis Mayfield,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Tomorrow,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Clear Light,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.