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 Lithuania and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Gladiators to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stockholm Monsters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Dennis Brown,
Porter Ricks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Aural Exciters,
This Heat,
Warren Ellis,
Eddi Front,
Public Enemy,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Cluster,
June Days,
The Gun Club,
The Gap Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Crispy Ambulance,
Davy DMX,
Neu!,
Juan Atkins,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Godley & Creme,
Little Man,
Roxette,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ultimate Spinach,
John Lydon,
Royal Trux,
Moby Grape,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
Arab on Radar,
Dual Sessions,
Colin Newman,
The Names,
Dave Gahan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Black Moon,
DJ Sneak,
Mars,
Pussy Galore,
The Walker Brothers,
Lou Christie,
Joey Negro,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eric Copeland,
Moebius,
Kurtis Blow,
Kerrie Biddell,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
Symarip,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Rosa Yemen,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
The American Breed,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.