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 Costa Rica and from Delhi.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Yusef Lateef to the techno 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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Malaria! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Invisible record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
The Durutti Column,
UT,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Womack,
Black Moon,
Joe Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Niagra,
Schoolly D,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mark Hollis,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Gong,
Lou Christie,
Moby Grape,
Ten City,
Mission of Burma,
The Move,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Black Sheep,
Accadde A,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Spoonie Gee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
Kenny Larkin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David McCallum,
The Smiths,
Model 500,
Terrestrial Tones,
A Certain Ratio,
Dark Day,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Motorama,
Barrington Levy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mandrill,
Piero Umiliani,
Reagan Youth,
Aaron Thompson,
The Angels of Light,
Wolf Eyes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultra Naté,
Juan Atkins,
Pet Shop Boys,
Robert Hood,
Y Pants,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
Adolescents,
Nas,
Popol Vuh,
Das Ding,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Raincoats,
Yaz,
The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets, The Last Poets.
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.