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 Tanzania and from Paris.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 snare 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 The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Maurizio. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terror Squad Feat. Camron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joyce Sims,
Marvin Gaye,
Quando Quango,
Flipper,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
Warsaw,
Urselle,
New Age Steppers,
Goldenarms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Andrew Hill,
AZ,
The Walker Brothers,
The Gap Band,
Byron Stingily,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Laurel Aitken,
Porter Ricks,
Sällskapet,
June Days,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Dual Sessions,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
The Monochrome Set,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
The Techniques,
Quadrant,
The Seeds,
DJ Sneak,
Marcia Griffiths,
KRS-One,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sight & Sound,
Technova,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Jerry's Kids,
The Searchers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Bluetip,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
Aural Exciters,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jawbox,
Tropical Tobacco,
Altered Images,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Cell,
Saccharine Trust,
John Coltrane,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.