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 Suriname and from Houston.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 arpeggiator 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 Khruangbin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare 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?
Main Source,
Anthony Braxton,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Glenn Branca,
Monolake,
Oblivians,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Organ,
Public Image Ltd.,
Marine Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Unwound,
Joensuu 1685,
MC5,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Swell Maps,
Audionom,
Pulsallama,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Wally Richardson,
Underground Resistance,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Cecil Taylor,
ABC,
Con Funk Shun,
Josef K,
The Trojans,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
Flipper,
T. Rex,
Stereo Dub,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Althea and Donna,
X-102,
Mantronix,
Severed Heads,
Young Marble Giants,
Nirvana,
Donald Byrd,
Soul II Soul,
Pussy Galore,
ABBA,
Arcadia,
D'Angelo,
The Blackbyrds,
Lindisfarne,
F. McDonald,
Erykah Badu,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Brick,
a-ha,
Mission of Burma,
Skarface,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.