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 Botswana and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator 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 Neon Judgement to the crunk 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
Max Romeo,
Tubeway Army,
Fluxion,
Section 25,
Harpers Bizarre,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Thompson Twins,
Eric Copeland,
kango's stein massive,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Wire,
Minny Pops,
Traffic Nightmare,
Subhumans,
Gang Starr,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Doobie Brothers,
Flash Fearless,
Minor Threat,
Arab on Radar,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
Andrew Hill,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Dark Day,
Average White Band,
Fat Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Mantronix,
Bob Dylan,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Ronan,
The Names,
Excepter,
Sparks,
X-101,
Davy DMX,
Talk Talk,
Eden Ahbez,
Ralphi Rosario,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Robert Görl,
Absolute Body Control,
Eli Mardock,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Agitation Free,
Camouflage,
Barry Ungar,
The Evens,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Anthony Braxton,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.