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 Ivory Coast and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Black Sheep to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Todd Rundgren,
The American Breed,
Faraquet,
Joyce Sims,
Franke,
Radio Birdman,
Lucky Dragons,
Bill Near,
Fugazi,
Groovy Waters,
Steve Hackett,
Brothers Johnson,
the Soft Cell,
Soul II Soul,
the Normal,
Monolake,
Cheater Slicks,
H. Thieme,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fat Boys,
Dorothy Ashby,
John Cale,
Sixth Finger,
Lindisfarne,
Y Pants,
Nils Olav,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Jacob Miller,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Moon,
Terry Callier,
Average White Band,
Sonic Youth,
Byron Stingily,
Crooked Eye,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
David Bowie,
Boogie Down Productions,
Darondo,
Interpol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flipper,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ponytail,
Funkadelic,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
The Buckinghams,
Radiohead,
Grandmaster Flash,
Big Daddy Kane,
Cameo,
World's Most,
CMW,
These Immortal Souls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.