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 Cuba and from Milan.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Terrestrial Tones to the grime 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 Happenings. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Darondo,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
Smog,
Intrusion,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
David McCallum,
Make Up,
The Slackers,
Talk Talk,
Con Funk Shun,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Harmonia,
Swell Maps,
Neil Young,
Skriet,
Urselle,
Crooked Eye,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nirvana,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Dennis Brown,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
Aural Exciters,
Rekid,
Sparks,
Tommy Roe,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Byrd,
Stetsasonic,
E-Dancer,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sonic Youth,
The Sound,
Marc Almond,
The Saints,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Aloha Tigers,
Danielle Patucci,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Arthur Verocai,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacques Brel,
Lalann,
Tubeway Army,
Spoonie Gee,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nico,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Eddi Front,
Matthew Bourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Last Poets,
Clear Light,
Magazine, Magazine, Magazine, Magazine.
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.