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 Australia and from New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and New York.
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 rhodes 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Chris Corsano,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Gun Club,
the Soft Cell,
DNA,
John Lydon,
Suicide,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
Suburban Knight,
Cal Tjader,
Tom Boy,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Byrd,
Letta Mbulu,
Procol Harum,
Scan 7,
Ronan,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Tommy Roe,
Derrick May,
Wire,
Metal Thangz,
Symarip,
New Order,
The Smiths,
The Cure,
Inner City,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Marvin Gaye,
Faust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
CMW,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
Aswad,
Country Teasers,
Stiv Bators,
Johnny Osbourne,
Todd Terry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Slave,
Spandau Ballet,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kas Product,
Television Personalities,
Johnny Clarke,
Derrick Morgan,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
The Angels of Light,
Audionom,
Monolake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Von Mondo,
John Holt,
Eddi Front,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.