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 Tonga and from Glasgow.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mark Hollis to the techno 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 Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Stereo Dub,
Sister Nancy,
The Star Department,
Pulsallama,
Franke,
The Busters,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
James White and The Blacks,
CMW,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Adolescents,
Gang of Four,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Depeche Mode,
The Music Machine,
Neil Young,
ABC,
David Bowie,
The Zeros,
Magma,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Evens,
The Barracudas,
The American Breed,
Grey Daturas,
The Smoke,
Lou Christie,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sex Pistols,
Mad Mike,
Arthur Verocai,
Vainqueur,
Absolute Body Control,
Marmalade,
Inner City,
Joe Finger,
The Seeds,
Young Marble Giants,
Max Romeo,
The Techniques,
Glenn Branca,
Vladislav Delay,
The Standells,
Derrick May,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Kayak,
Skaos,
Cluster,
Q and Not U,
Bad Manners,
Rites of Spring,
The Trojans,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.