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 India and from Bremen.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the grime 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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Zeros,
Ossler,
The Golliwogs,
The Smiths,
Gang of Four,
Lou Christie,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mo-Dettes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wolf Eyes,
Erasure,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
These Immortal Souls,
Royal Trux,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun City Girls,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Mars,
The Selecter,
The Associates,
Gichy Dan,
Glenn Branca,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minny Pops,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Max Romeo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Adolescents,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Soulsonic Force,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Real Kids,
Sister Nancy,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spoonie Gee,
Todd Terry,
Hardrive,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Remains,
Can,
B.T. Express,
Lyres,
Soft Machine,
Nico,
Alton Ellis,
Morten Harket,
Young Marble Giants,
JFA,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Second Layer,
Reagan Youth,
Thee Headcoats,
Crispy Ambulance,
Tomorrow,
Model 500,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.