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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Sällskapet 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All The Gap Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Starr record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vladislav Delay,
UT,
Talk Talk,
The Evens,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Moebius,
MDC,
Marvin Gaye,
Morten Harket,
Camberwell Now,
D'Angelo,
Fear,
Gerry Rafferty,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Lower 48,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Pagans,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Magazine,
Joe Finger,
The Saints,
The Pretty Things,
Mantronix,
Y Pants,
Tears for Fears,
Severed Heads,
Ossler,
Young Marble Giants,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Byron Stingily,
The Fire Engines,
Wings,
Boredoms,
Khruangbin,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Trumans Water,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dark Day,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Oblivians,
Mo-Dettes,
Blancmange,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Tomorrow,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Porter Ricks,
Smog,
Henry Cow,
Bauhaus,
Roxette,
Absolute Body Control,
Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad, Idris Muhammad.
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.