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 Afghanistan 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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Todd Terry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ken Boothe. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Halsall,
The Evens,
The Knickerbockers,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Glenn Branca,
Johnny Clarke,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fire Engines,
Intrusion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Arthur Verocai,
Audionom,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faust,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Country Teasers,
Sister Nancy,
Technova,
Minnie Riperton,
Minny Pops,
Trumans Water,
Television,
Drexciya,
Guru Guru,
Idris Muhammad,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Severed Heads,
8 Eyed Spy,
Mr. Review,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Rites of Spring,
The Move,
Hot Snakes,
Liliput,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
X-101,
Arcadia,
The Cowsills,
U.S. Maple,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shoche,
Subhumans,
The Skatalites,
Kayak,
Motorama,
Robert Görl,
Young Marble Giants,
The American Breed,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.