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 Finland and from Woodstock.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donald Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Brick,
Von Mondo,
E-Dancer,
Cecil Taylor,
Adolescents,
ABC,
Khruangbin,
The Busters,
Dual Sessions,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Selecter,
Second Layer,
Das Ding,
8 Eyed Spy,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Aural Exciters,
Kevin Saunderson,
The United States of America,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
The Dave Clark Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Clear Light,
Pharoah Sanders,
Flamin' Groovies,
Junior Murvin,
Can,
The Sound,
Judy Mowatt,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
Sarah Menescal,
Jeff Mills,
Idris Muhammad,
The Moody Blues,
Agent Orange,
The Fugs,
Cymande,
The Beau Brummels,
Alton Ellis,
Accadde A,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Basic Channel,
Sällskapet,
Magazine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Janne Schatter,
The Index,
Organ,
The Tremeloes,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
The Evens,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.