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 Madagascar and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Brothers Johnson to the funk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Brand Nubian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Anakelly,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dave Gahan,
This Heat,
Max Romeo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Theoretical Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Gap Band,
Niagra,
Duran Duran,
Panda Bear,
The Misunderstood,
Minor Threat,
Alice Coltrane,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Second Layer,
Black Pus,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Delta 5,
Fort Wilson Riot,
the Swans,
Gang Green,
The Velvet Underground,
The Cure,
The Neon Judgement,
John Lydon,
The Standells,
Arab on Radar,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Clarke,
Amazonics,
Oblivians,
The New Christs,
KRS-One,
Bluetip,
Average White Band,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Associates,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
X-Ray Spex,
Dawn Penn,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jawbox,
Make Up,
Rotary Connection,
Charles Mingus,
Erykah Badu,
DNA,
Prince Buster,
Boogie Down Productions,
Minny Pops,
Al Stewart,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bill Wells,
Mad Mike,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.