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 Spain and from Salvador.
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 Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Lou Reed 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 Liliput to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Little Man tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Selecter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boogie Down Productions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Pharoah Sanders,
Black Bananas,
Infiniti,
48th St. Collective,
Depeche Mode,
MDC,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
The Smoke,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Avey Tare,
Gichy Dan,
Lightning Bolt,
Loose Ends,
Roxette,
Ronan,
Mission of Burma,
The Count Five,
Pylon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Half Japanese,
Pere Ubu,
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Bootsy Collins,
L. Decosne,
The Red Krayola,
John Foxx,
Main Source,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Talk Talk,
Popol Vuh,
John Coltrane,
The Motions,
In Retrospect,
The Dave Clark Five,
T. Rex,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lungfish,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Rapeman,
Bizarre Inc.,
Shoche,
Nik Kershaw,
Ralphi Rosario,
JFA,
Slave,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
Adolescents,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.