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 Seychelles and from Shanghai.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mars to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Moebius,
Sound Behaviour,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Grandmaster Flash,
World's Most,
Siglo XX,
Shoche,
Ultra Naté,
The Doobie Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Symarip,
The Move,
New York Dolls,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Busters,
Agent Orange,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Eric Copeland,
Bronski Beat,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Banda Bassotti,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Camberwell Now,
The Happenings,
Sun Ra,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lyres,
Wolf Eyes,
Archie Shepp,
Duran Duran,
Gabor Szabo,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
The Divine Comedy,
Roxy Music,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Sonic Youth,
Nirvana,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Can,
Lou Reed,
Guru Guru,
Urselle,
Lakeside,
Grey Daturas,
Susan Cadogan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.