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 Azerbaijan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bluetip,
Gang of Four,
Popol Vuh,
Adolescents,
The Modern Lovers,
Lebanon Hanover,
DJ Style,
The Litter,
Grauzone,
Michelle Simonal,
Pulsallama,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Mo-Dettes,
Letta Mbulu,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Angry Samoans,
Henry Cow,
Suicide,
Young Marble Giants,
The Invisible,
JFA,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Colin Newman,
LL Cool J,
Tubeway Army,
Monolake,
Camberwell Now,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Massinfluence,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Hood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tres Demented,
The Birthday Party,
Curtis Mayfield,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Blossom Toes,
Leonard Cohen,
Nick Fraelich,
Fela Kuti,
Rod Modell,
The United States of America,
The Selecter,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Goldenarms,
Pantaleimon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.