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 Cape Verde and from Winnipeg.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Man Eating Sloth to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Searchers. All the underground hits.
All Bizarre Inc. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gastr Del Sol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Sneak,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Albert Ayler,
The Fall,
Half Japanese,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Tim Buckley,
Radiohead,
Easy Going,
Youth Brigade,
Nirvana,
Joey Negro,
Tommy Roe,
Rotary Connection,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marine Girls,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
UT,
Brass Construction,
The Real Kids,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Pop Group,
The Evens,
Rites of Spring,
Saccharine Trust,
Brothers Johnson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Magma,
T. Rex,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Bourne,
Morten Harket,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Hardrive,
Susan Cadogan,
Khruangbin,
The Monochrome Set,
Sister Nancy,
Duran Duran,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim,
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Hill,
L. Decosne,
The Wake,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alison Limerick,
Archie Shepp,
Nico,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Japan,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Age Steppers,
Smog,
In Retrospect,
Gang Green,
The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party, The Birthday Party.
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.