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 Accra.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 David Bowie 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 the Sonics to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Toni Rubio,
Funkadelic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Gories,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Erykah Badu,
Rites of Spring,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Magazine,
Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Cecil Taylor,
Zero Boys,
Black Bananas,
Pierre Henry,
a-ha,
Neu!,
JFA,
Aswad,
Marmalade,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Grandmaster Flash,
Khruangbin,
The Pretty Things,
Niagra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Mission of Burma,
Flash Fearless,
Arthur Verocai,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Absolute Body Control,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Black Moon,
Roger Hodgson,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Godley & Creme,
Kas Product,
Flipper,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Joey Negro,
Kerri Chandler,
Talk Talk,
Colin Newman,
The Dave Clark Five,
Mantronix,
Model 500,
The Remains,
Boredoms,
Aaron Thompson,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fuzztones,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops, Minny Pops.
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.