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 Tajikistan and from Mumbai.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Girls At Our Best! to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fifty Foot Hose record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Au Pairs,
Accadde A,
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rakim,
T.S.O.L.,
John Lydon,
Scratch Acid,
Dennis Brown,
Absolute Body Control,
Deadbeat,
Rites of Spring,
Porter Ricks,
Jandek,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Brand Nubian,
Girls At Our Best!,
Skaos,
Public Enemy,
Anakelly,
Fad Gadget,
Echospace,
Roger Hodgson,
The Real Kids,
Lightning Bolt,
Monolake,
The Moleskins,
The Grass Roots,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Josef K,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Iggy Pop,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ultra Naté,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Normal,
Black Flag,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crooked Eye,
Jimmy McGriff,
Charles Mingus,
the Swans,
Flamin' Groovies,
Main Source,
Sandy B,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.