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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Patti Smith 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Joy Division,
Camouflage,
Minny Pops,
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Hoover,
DJ Sneak,
Eric Copeland,
Underground Resistance,
Royal Trux,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Selecter,
Yazoo,
Index,
Swans,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Remains,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul II Soul,
JFA,
Fatback Band,
The Busters,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Gichy Dan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Loose Ends,
Monks,
Hardrive,
Faust,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Y Pants,
Flash Fearless,
Hashim,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Dual Sessions,
Cybotron,
Crooked Eye,
The Blues Magoos,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Massinfluence,
John Coltrane,
Thompson Twins,
The Neon Judgement,
The Mojo Men,
U.S. Maple,
The Music Machine,
Danielle Patucci,
Al Stewart,
Hot Snakes,
Yaz,
Soft Machine,
Rites of Spring,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ultra Naté,
Kool Moe Dee,
Colin Newman,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Skaos, Skaos, Skaos, Skaos.
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.