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 Palau and from Portland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 B.T. Express to the rap 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 Scott Walker + Sunn O))). All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Joy Division,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jandek,
The Fuzztones,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Con Funk Shun,
Maurizio,
FM Einheit,
Skriet,
Ornette Coleman,
the Human League,
Lalann,
Aural Exciters,
Public Image Ltd.,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
James White and The Blacks,
Nick Fraelich,
Big Daddy Kane,
Scion,
John Lydon,
Robert Görl,
Slave,
Hardrive,
Crime,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
David Bowie,
Japan,
Freddie Wadling,
Bush Tetras,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Todd Rundgren,
The Monochrome Set,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
X-Ray Spex,
Metal Thangz,
Warren Ellis,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Prince Buster,
Gong,
Guru Guru,
Hoover,
Eli Mardock,
Absolute Body Control,
Josef K,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Black Dice,
Alton Ellis,
The Blues Magoos,
Chrome,
Howard Jones,
Crooked Eye,
Crispy Ambulance,
Second Layer,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.