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 Georgia and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Smiths to the crunk 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 Niagra. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David McCallum 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Terry Callier,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
Tom Boy,
The Angels of Light,
Wally Richardson,
Stetsasonic,
World's Most,
Newcleus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bad Manners,
The Knickerbockers,
The New Christs,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sugar Minott,
Black Bananas,
Rufus Thomas,
Al Stewart,
FM Einheit,
Q65,
Panda Bear,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echospace,
Dennis Brown,
Flash Fearless,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
David McCallum,
Bronski Beat,
The Kinks,
Ken Boothe,
Alphaville,
MDC,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Marine Girls,
Lucky Dragons,
Roy Ayers,
Babytalk,
Lebanon Hanover,
Stereo Dub,
Soul II Soul,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nick Fraelich,
Brothers Johnson,
Sex Pistols,
Gabor Szabo,
The Count Five,
B.T. Express,
R.M.O.,
Sun Ra,
Little Man,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aswad, Aswad, Aswad, Aswad.
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.