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 Nicaragua and from Spokane.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 chamberlin 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 Bobby Womack to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bootsy's Rubber Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
The Mojo Men,
Country Joe & The Fish,
June of 44,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Soulsonic Force,
Andrew Hill,
Isaac Hayes,
Das Ding,
Ultravox,
The Pretty Things,
Joy Division,
Brand Nubian,
Inner City,
Panda Bear,
The Gun Club,
Robert Görl,
Ornette Coleman,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Trojans,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
Tres Demented,
DJ Sneak,
Thompson Twins,
Johnny Osbourne,
Trumans Water,
Crime,
Terrestrial Tones,
Bang On A Can,
Severed Heads,
X-102,
Pet Shop Boys,
Marine Girls,
The Techniques,
Gang Starr,
Spoonie Gee,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neu!,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Bronski Beat,
Joe Finger,
Tubeway Army,
John Lydon,
Niagra,
Anthony Braxton,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
EPMD,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Essential Logic,
R.M.O.,
Minnie Riperton,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lalann,
Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas, Grey Daturas.
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.