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 Haiti and from Salvador.
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 Hong Kong and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Fuzztones to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stiv Bators record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Sarah Menescal,
Marcia Griffiths,
Khruangbin,
Trumans Water,
Fat Boys,
Dark Day,
New Age Steppers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Public Enemy,
Sam Rivers,
Cybotron,
Oblivians,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Spandau Ballet,
Jesper Dahlback,
Bobby Byrd,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Y Pants,
The Gap Band,
Groovy Waters,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Animal Collective,
Chris Corsano,
Gang Starr,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
Pierre Henry,
Eric Copeland,
Marine Girls,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
John Lydon,
Hoover,
David Bowie,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Con Funk Shun,
Chrome,
Adolescents,
Isaac Hayes,
Dennis Brown,
Zapp,
Kaleidoscope,
Rakim,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Franke,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Supertramp,
Archie Shepp,
Zero Boys,
Country Teasers,
Dorothy Ashby,
T. Rex,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.