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 Rwanda and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Fugazi to the dance 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 the Swans. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Max Romeo,
Surgeon,
Gabor Szabo,
Slave,
Accadde A,
Harry Pussy,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Joyce Sims,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Black Dice,
Spoonie Gee,
Stetsasonic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deadbeat,
Joey Negro,
Maurizio,
Rekid,
Vainqueur,
Donald Byrd,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Monochrome Set,
Faraquet,
Rufus Thomas,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Ohio Players,
The Invisible,
Khruangbin,
Sandy B,
World's Most,
Echospace,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Malaria!,
Nas,
Henry Cow,
Underground Resistance,
Von Mondo,
Fugazi,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Pussy Galore,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
The Last Poets,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.