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 Morocco and from Edmonton.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 KRS-One to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Janne Schatter. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Judy Mowatt,
Soul Sonic Force,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nico,
MC5,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nas,
The Raincoats,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Glenn Branca,
Marine Girls,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Monks,
Animal Collective,
In Retrospect,
Dennis Brown,
Radiohead,
Spoonie Gee,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Sherman,
Excepter,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Porter Ricks,
Robert Hood,
Icehouse,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
Fela Kuti,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
B.T. Express,
The American Breed,
Mantronix,
The Divine Comedy,
The Star Department,
Dead Boys,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
Radio Birdman,
Moby Grape,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Scratch Acid,
Barbara Tucker,
Todd Terry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Index,
Toni Rubio,
Accadde A,
Alison Limerick,
Youth Brigade,
Mark Hollis,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks, The Alarm Clocks.
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.