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 Guatemala and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Blues Magoos to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All Shuggie Otis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Dawn Penn,
The Electric Prunes,
Faust,
In Retrospect,
Roy Ayers,
Charles Mingus,
Carl Craig,
Sonic Youth,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
The Mojo Men,
Gregory Isaacs,
John Lydon,
The New Christs,
David Bowie,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Franke,
Howard Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Names,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Gun Club,
Agitation Free,
Godley & Creme,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Moleskins,
Liliput,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Crispian St. Peters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minor Threat,
Average White Band,
Nils Olav,
La Düsseldorf,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Lyres,
The Monks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Tres Demented,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
The Wake,
Funky Four + One,
Television Personalities,
Public Image Ltd.,
Underground Resistance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Andrew Hill,
Intrusion,
Hasil Adkins,
Circle Jerks,
Qualms,
The Gories,
The Music Machine,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.