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 Kenya and from Milan.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Cecil Taylor to the rap 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 Underground Resistance. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Quadrant,
The Monks,
The Blues Magoos,
The New Christs,
Technova,
Angry Samoans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Toasters,
Ronnie Foster,
The Knickerbockers,
Wire,
New Age Steppers,
These Immortal Souls,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Absolute Body Control,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Bad Manners,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David Bowie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
Negative Approach,
Desert Stars,
Patti Smith,
Yusef Lateef,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Associates,
Camberwell Now,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kas Product,
The Electric Prunes,
Sandy B,
Faraquet,
Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Aaron Thompson,
Lungfish,
Blake Baxter,
The Victims,
Nick Fraelich,
Mission of Burma,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Parry Music,
Animal Collective,
The Vogues,
The Misunderstood,
Kurtis Blow,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jeru the Damaja,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bizarre Inc.,
Eli Mardock,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Alphaville,
Banda Bassotti,
The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps, The Cramps.
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.