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 Haiti and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 a-ha to the funk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Fania All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
Con Funk Shun,
The Sound,
Al Stewart,
La Düsseldorf,
Erykah Badu,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sixth Finger,
Sarah Menescal,
The Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Khruangbin,
Glambeats Corp.,
Swell Maps,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mark Hollis,
The Vogues,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rekid,
Lower 48,
Tom Boy,
Janne Schatter,
Bill Near,
Sun City Girls,
The Sonics,
Echospace,
Sun Ra,
X-102,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Trojans,
Silicon Teens,
Pole,
Circle Jerks,
Niagra,
Sonic Youth,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Terry Callier,
T. Rex,
Delta 5,
Accadde A,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Divine Comedy,
Cecil Taylor,
June Days,
Black Pus,
Fat Boys,
Pantaleimon,
Ludus,
Hoover,
The Raincoats,
Adolescents,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thompson Twins,
The Skatalites,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.