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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Eric B and Rakim to the grime 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 The Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Standells record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
Camouflage,
X-102,
Q65,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gang of Four,
Peter and Kerry,
Arcadia,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
The Dirtbombs,
The Tremeloes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ornette Coleman,
The Monks,
The Fortunes,
Lalann,
Fear,
Jerry's Kids,
The Happenings,
The Mummies,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Holt,
Don Cherry,
The Index,
Rotary Connection,
Judy Mowatt,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Chris Corsano,
the Human League,
Arab on Radar,
Zapp,
Thee Headcoats,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Althea and Donna,
Sonny Sharrock,
CMW,
The Wake,
Ludus,
Grandmaster Flash,
Bluetip,
Charles Mingus,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Offenders,
The Toasters,
Nirvana,
Glenn Branca,
Scion,
Television,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.