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 South Sudan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 The Martian to the rock 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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yusef Lateef record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
John Coltrane,
Cabaret Voltaire,
48th St. Collective,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brick,
The Mojo Men,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Sound,
Can,
Pere Ubu,
Nas,
Babytalk,
The Blues Magoos,
Deepchord,
Crispian St. Peters,
Vladislav Delay,
Das Ding,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Jeff Lynne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Blossom Toes,
Man Parrish,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
Todd Terry,
Saccharine Trust,
Fat Boys,
Grandmaster Flash,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Stooges,
Model 500,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Josef K,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiopuhelimet,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mark Hollis,
Y Pants,
Matthew Bourne,
Qualms,
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Archie Shepp,
Ohio Players,
The Gladiators,
June Days,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Knickerbockers,
AZ,
Soft Machine,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.