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 Japan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 güiro 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 Sugar Minott to the rap 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vaughan Mason & Crew 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Little Man,
Youth Brigade,
Cluster,
Cal Tjader,
Grauzone,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Symarip,
The Slackers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Charles Mingus,
Joey Negro,
The Young Rascals,
Lungfish,
Leonard Cohen,
The Red Krayola,
CMW,
Banda Bassotti,
Wolf Eyes,
Joensuu 1685,
The Names,
Marvin Gaye,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
A Flock of Seagulls,
June of 44,
Derrick Morgan,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jeff Lynne,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Mr. Review,
The Real Kids,
The Toasters,
Ultravox,
Lalann,
Pagans,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Outsiders,
AZ,
Peter and Kerry,
Traffic Nightmare,
F. McDonald,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ronnie Foster,
James White and The Blacks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Negative Approach,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eric B and Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
The Gladiators,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Skatalites,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.