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 Dominican Republic and from Madrid.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Skatalites to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Gang Green,
Ponytail,
Suburban Knight,
This Heat,
Crispian St. Peters,
K-Klass,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
LL Cool J,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Harry Pussy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Wolf Eyes,
The Remains,
Second Layer,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Model 500,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Procol Harum,
Stetsasonic,
Soft Machine,
cv313,
Bill Near,
Easy Going,
Ultra Naté,
Aloha Tigers,
Sister Nancy,
Crispy Ambulance,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Index,
June of 44,
OOIOO,
Fad Gadget,
The Dirtbombs,
Alphaville,
DJ Sneak,
Outsiders,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
F. McDonald,
Carl Craig,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Visage,
Unwound,
Niagra,
Brand Nubian,
Radiohead,
Unrelated Segments,
Warsaw,
Stockholm Monsters,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
New York Dolls,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.