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 Solomon Islands and from Sao Paulo.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sparks to the rap 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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Delon & Dalcan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Surgeon,
The Blackbyrds,
Tommy Roe,
Johnny Osbourne,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
The Names,
Bobby Byrd,
The Count Five,
LL Cool J,
X-102,
Harry Pussy,
Cheater Slicks,
Eurythmics,
Scrapy,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fat Boys,
Suburban Knight,
The Residents,
Johnny Clarke,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Steve Hackett,
Lungfish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Tom Boy,
Cymande,
Con Funk Shun,
Eddi Front,
D'Angelo,
Minnie Riperton,
Quadrant,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
David McCallum,
Grandmaster Flash,
Electric Prunes,
Josef K,
Sight & Sound,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Todd Terry,
Byron Stingily,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry's Kids,
The Doors,
Malaria!,
The Trojans,
Goldenarms,
One Last Wish,
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Evens,
Aaron Thompson,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Chris & Cosey,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.