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 Korea South and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the güiro 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 The Monochrome Set to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
The Kinks,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Monks,
China Crisis,
Talk Talk,
Wolf Eyes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Oneida,
Motorama,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Erykah Badu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
The Residents,
Gil Scott Heron,
Barry Ungar,
Brick,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Doors,
Big Daddy Kane,
Anakelly,
Roy Ayers,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Fugazi,
The Real Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
T.S.O.L.,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Leonard Cohen,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Bluetip,
Severed Heads,
Depeche Mode,
New Order,
Niagra,
The Stooges,
The Fugs,
the Slits,
The Slits,
Ohio Players,
Eden Ahbez,
Hashim,
The Techniques,
Soft Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Absolute Body Control,
Derrick May,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.