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 San Marino and from Beijing.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Dual Sessions to the crunk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Monochrome Set,
KRS-One,
Anakelly,
The Barracudas,
R.M.O.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
Dorothy Ashby,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Second Layer,
Magma,
X-101,
Stereo Dub,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Inner City,
Section 25,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Delta 5,
The Fortunes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jeff Mills,
Anthony Braxton,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Joy Division,
Chris Corsano,
Alice Coltrane,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Moebius,
Deakin,
Cybotron,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Alphaville,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Symarip,
The Beau Brummels,
EPMD,
Roxy Music,
Guru Guru,
A Certain Ratio,
Robert Hood,
Panda Bear,
Jacob Miller,
Ornette Coleman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mandrill,
Silicon Teens,
The Evens,
June of 44,
The Martian,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.