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 El Salvador and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Warsaw to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Masters at Work,
The Move,
Visage,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
The Fugs,
X-101,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Hasil Adkins,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Camberwell Now,
Fugazi,
KRS-One,
Black Bananas,
Bill Wells,
Brand Nubian,
Stetsasonic,
The Moleskins,
Sun City Girls,
Black Sheep,
June Days,
Reuben Wilson,
The Barracudas,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sex Pistols,
Dennis Brown,
Jeff Mills,
The Martian,
Lou Christie,
The Associates,
PIL,
The Beau Brummels,
Hot Snakes,
H. Thieme,
Kayak,
Quando Quango,
Pylon,
Cymande,
The Misunderstood,
Alton Ellis,
the Human League,
Donny Hathaway,
Lakeside,
Bob Dylan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marmalade,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Dark Day,
Ronan,
cv313,
Prince Buster,
Dual Sessions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Anthony Braxton,
Accadde A,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.