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 Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Mission of Burma to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All Jeff Mills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Buckinghams,
Gastr Del Sol,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Man Parrish,
The Evens,
Tears for Fears,
Flash Fearless,
Matthew Halsall,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Seeds,
Desert Stars,
Radio Birdman,
H. Thieme,
Black Pus,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
The Beau Brummels,
Susan Cadogan,
Arab on Radar,
Eddi Front,
The Stooges,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
June of 44,
Theoretical Girls,
Gichy Dan,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
Nas,
Trumans Water,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ronan,
This Heat,
Tubeway Army,
The Toasters,
Glambeats Corp.,
Barry Ungar,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
Gong,
Alison Limerick,
Fugazi,
Thee Headcoats,
Funky Four + One,
Scion,
Howard Jones,
The Misunderstood,
The Motions,
Joy Division,
Shuggie Otis,
Archie Shepp,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tommy Roe,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.