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 Jamaica and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Dorothy Ashby to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Audionom. All the underground hits.
All OOIOO tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Golliwogs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Black Dice,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sonic Youth,
Joe Smooth,
Roger Hodgson,
Black Pus,
A Certain Ratio,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
The J.B.'s,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispian St. Peters,
Boredoms,
Pulsallama,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flipper,
The Cramps,
Suburban Knight,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
kango's stein massive,
The Invisible,
Kayak,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Michelle Simonal,
The Associates,
Sarah Menescal,
Smog,
Sexual Harrassment,
David Bowie,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Cal Tjader,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lalann,
Eve St. Jones,
Chris & Cosey,
Minnie Riperton,
Deepchord,
Scratch Acid,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Walker Brothers,
Nation of Ulysses,
Drexciya,
Ice-T,
Crime,
LL Cool J,
Los Fastidios,
ABC,
Mandrill,
Rakim,
Cluster,
Junior Murvin,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.