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 Bahrain and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 clarinet 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 Kango’s Stein Massive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Eric B and Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Laurel Aitken,
The Dead C,
Ornette Coleman,
Silicon Teens,
The Grass Roots,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Slackers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tears for Fears,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Kinks,
Michelle Simonal,
Colin Newman,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Darondo,
Mars,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scientists,
cv313,
Duran Duran,
Albert Ayler,
Slave,
Pantaleimon,
UT,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marcia Griffiths,
Matthew Halsall,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Icehouse,
These Immortal Souls,
Bang On A Can,
MDC,
Masters at Work,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Prince Buster,
Rosa Yemen,
Marmalade,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Leaves,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Popol Vuh,
The Doors,
Gang Starr,
Procol Harum,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Vogues,
Smog,
KRS-One,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Television,
Outsiders,
Shuggie Otis,
Flipper,
Little Man,
Swell Maps,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.