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 Montenegro and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 spring reverb 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 Big Daddy Kane to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All The Durutti Column tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Tom Boy,
Nas,
Fluxion,
the Swans,
Goldenarms,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Gang Gang Dance,
Technova,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joey Negro,
The Mummies,
The New Christs,
Grandmaster Flash,
Suicide,
Nik Kershaw,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
AZ,
Camberwell Now,
Jeff Mills,
Robert Görl,
The Slackers,
Letta Mbulu,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Con Funk Shun,
Los Fastidios,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Vladislav Delay,
Donald Byrd,
Lower 48,
Rapeman,
Mr. Review,
Lalo Schifrin,
Young Marble Giants,
Mark Hollis,
the Slits,
Dual Sessions,
Black Pus,
The Cowsills,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cybotron,
Radiohead,
Boredoms,
Bob Dylan,
The J.B.'s,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tim Buckley,
The Birthday Party,
La Düsseldorf,
Joe Smooth,
Faust,
Ossler,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Mojo Men,
Man Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Magazine,
Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar, Arab on Radar.
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.