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 Burkina and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Khruangbin to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Scan 7 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moss Icon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Von Mondo,
Gastr Del Sol,
Aswad,
Gregory Isaacs,
Alison Limerick,
Arcadia,
Malaria!,
Erykah Badu,
Ken Boothe,
Sparks,
Hashim,
Yusef Lateef,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Fear,
Animal Collective,
Siglo XX,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Slackers,
The Gun Club,
Kerrie Biddell,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scrapy,
Crooked Eye,
Jawbox,
Sixth Finger,
MDC,
Ultimate Spinach,
Iggy Pop,
Slave,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Gap Band,
Surgeon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Sonics,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket,
Das Ding,
Magma,
These Immortal Souls,
Eden Ahbez,
Agitation Free,
Rites of Spring,
The Happenings,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
Eli Mardock,
Soulsonic Force,
Vainqueur,
Minny Pops,
PIL,
ABBA,
Brand Nubian,
Black Sheep,
World's Most,
The Offenders,
Theoretical Girls,
Fluxion,
The Victims,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.