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 Seychelles and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Deakin to the grime 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 Eric B and Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Green record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Interpol,
Minnie Riperton,
Organ,
Deakin,
Lalann,
The Beau Brummels,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Enemy,
Barry Ungar,
Yellowson,
Inner City,
MC5,
Sun Ra,
Eve St. Jones,
The Fuzztones,
Jimmy McGriff,
June of 44,
Altered Images,
Kerri Chandler,
Grandmaster Flash,
Quadrant,
Donny Hathaway,
Flamin' Groovies,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
The J.B.'s,
Spandau Ballet,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Delta 5,
Thompson Twins,
Soulsonic Force,
The United States of America,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Dead Boys,
The Cure,
Skarface,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Motions,
Theoretical Girls,
The Count Five,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Mars,
Animal Collective,
The Divine Comedy,
The Grass Roots,
Pharoah Sanders,
Scientists,
B.T. Express,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.