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 Tunisia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 güiro 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 KRS-One to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Ken Boothe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Quando Quango,
CMW,
The Busters,
The Fortunes,
Underground Resistance,
Traffic Nightmare,
Fluxion,
The Gories,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rod Modell,
Radio Birdman,
Goldenarms,
Wire,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pulsallama,
Graham Central Station,
Soulsonic Force,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Godley & Creme,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacques Brel,
The Slits,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Wake,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Talk Talk,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Can,
Jacob Miller,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
Depeche Mode,
Cluster,
Tomorrow,
Young Marble Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
Intrusion,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Gastr Del Sol,
Shuggie Otis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Almond,
Stereo Dub,
The New Christs,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
The Cure,
The Skatalites,
Ronan, Ronan, Ronan, Ronan.
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.