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 Libya and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the guitar 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 Angry Samoans 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 Animal Collective. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kerri Chandler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bauhaus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Underground Resistance,
Franke,
Skriet,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Excepter,
Sällskapet,
Todd Terry,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yaz,
Arcadia,
Mary Jane Girls,
Audionom,
Eden Ahbez,
Bobby Womack,
Sugar Minott,
Rapeman,
Ultra Naté,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funky Four + One,
Vladislav Delay,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Wally Richardson,
Lyres,
Pierre Henry,
Slick Rick,
KRS-One,
The Red Krayola,
Gregory Isaacs,
the Germs,
Patti Smith,
Panda Bear,
8 Eyed Spy,
Charles Mingus,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Crime,
Wire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Connie Case,
Kerri Chandler,
JFA,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Joe Finger,
Cecil Taylor,
Danielle Patucci,
Sandy B,
Susan Cadogan,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Dead C,
Brass Construction,
Organ,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ronan,
Oneida,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.