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 Iraq 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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Cecil Taylor to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Marmalade. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anakelly record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
cv313,
Altered Images,
The Knickerbockers,
The Cramps,
Make Up,
Sound Behaviour,
The Mummies,
Supertramp,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Slave,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Modern Lovers,
Eurythmics,
The Mojo Men,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Freddie Wadling,
Japan,
Delta 5,
Lalann,
John Coltrane,
Vainqueur,
Urselle,
Ituana,
Brand Nubian,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Iggy Pop,
Groovy Waters,
Gang of Four,
X-101,
The Selecter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
Monks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Ultravox,
The New Christs,
Eli Mardock,
Crooked Eye,
Pussy Galore,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Au Pairs,
10cc,
The Associates,
Aaron Thompson,
The Gladiators,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
Janne Schatter,
This Heat,
Stereo Dub,
Aloha Tigers,
Tears for Fears,
The Names,
Barclay James Harvest,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.