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 Peru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 snare 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 Al Stewart to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Judy Mowatt,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
The Slits,
La Düsseldorf,
Mark Hollis,
Vainqueur,
The Misunderstood,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
MC5,
The Saints,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Moss Icon,
Alice Coltrane,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Jesper Dahlback,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Cymande,
The Slackers,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Unwound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Motorama,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
One Last Wish,
Rakim,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Gang Green,
Skriet,
Khruangbin,
Janne Schatter,
Jandek,
The Martian,
kango's stein massive,
Aaron Thompson,
The American Breed,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Gil Scott Heron,
Andrew Hill,
ABBA,
Matthew Halsall,
Guru Guru,
Pantytec,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Saccharine Trust,
Easy Going,
Prince Buster,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.