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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 mellotron 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 Brick to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boogie Down Productions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Max Romeo,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Babytalk,
Rapeman,
Half Japanese,
Eve St. Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
T.S.O.L.,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pulsallama,
Blancmange,
Chris & Cosey,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sam Rivers,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Cal Tjader,
The J.B.'s,
Neu!,
Brothers Johnson,
Bobby Womack,
Pantytec,
Delta 5,
Motorama,
Sarah Menescal,
Soul II Soul,
Dennis Brown,
Laurel Aitken,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Star Department,
Lou Christie,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
The Skatalites,
Tommy Roe,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
The Evens,
Loose Ends,
Crime,
Grauzone,
The Mojo Men,
Joey Negro,
Black Moon,
Von Mondo,
Bush Tetras,
The Detroit Cobras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Associates,
Mark Hollis,
Josef K,
Jacques Brel,
Excepter,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.