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 Mongolia and from Stockholm.
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 Mumbai and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Newcleus to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Last Poets tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip 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?
Ten City,
Colin Newman,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Red Krayola,
Dark Day,
Boredoms,
Black Moon,
Wings,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
John Lydon,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gang Starr,
Tubeway Army,
Yusef Lateef,
Rites of Spring,
The Dead C,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Underground Resistance,
Sarah Menescal,
June Days,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Kerri Chandler,
the Association,
Marcia Griffiths,
Stiv Bators,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Cameo,
Nirvana,
Quantec,
Scientists,
Hoover,
Country Teasers,
Angry Samoans,
The Gories,
Jimmy McGriff,
Susan Cadogan,
Mo-Dettes,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Victims,
Josef K,
Gang of Four,
Cybotron,
Jesper Dahlback,
New Order,
Infiniti,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Jawbox,
James White and The Blacks,
Ludus,
The Count Five,
The Techniques,
Khruangbin,
Isaac Hayes,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.