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 Suriname and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Shadows of Knight to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 John Lydon. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Brothers Johnson,
Ultra Naté,
Judy Mowatt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Erykah Badu,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Fat Boys,
Camberwell Now,
Black Flag,
Buzzcocks,
D'Angelo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter & Gordon,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Dual Sessions,
Adolescents,
Cluster,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
Minor Threat,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skaos,
Soft Machine,
Radiohead,
Lucky Dragons,
Rufus Thomas,
Lalann,
Unwound,
Japan,
Subhumans,
Smog,
Michelle Simonal,
Cymande,
Stereo Dub,
Bob Dylan,
Pantytec,
Pantaleimon,
Bush Tetras,
Sun City Girls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Cell,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
ABBA,
The Doors,
Section 25,
Spoonie Gee,
Main Source,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Motions,
Shoche,
Throbbing Gristle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Agitation Free,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.