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 Kyrgyzstan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 sitar 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Inner City,
Talk Talk,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wire,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cal Tjader,
Cecil Taylor,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lightning Bolt,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
The Fire Engines,
The Cowsills,
Bob Dylan,
Joe Smooth,
Rosa Yemen,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Porter Ricks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Move,
Maleditus Sound,
Alton Ellis,
Mr. Review,
Scan 7,
Soul Sonic Force,
Reagan Youth,
Slick Rick,
Stereo Dub,
The Smoke,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
The Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
Davy DMX,
Pagans,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marcia Griffiths,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Terry Callier,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scientists,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Oblivians,
Jandek, Jandek, Jandek, Jandek.
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.