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 Kazakhstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Television Personalities to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sun City Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Eden Ahbez,
Tommy Roe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jacob Miller,
U.S. Maple,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Animal Collective,
Kerri Chandler,
Eli Mardock,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Leaves,
Radio Birdman,
Skarface,
Amon Düül II,
Inner City,
Black Flag,
Toni Rubio,
Hashim,
the Bar-Kays,
The Velvet Underground,
Gichy Dan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Fatback Band,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Slits,
The Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
Oneida,
Fat Boys,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Fear,
Accadde A,
E-Dancer,
Ken Boothe,
Brass Construction,
Flash Fearless,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Don Cherry,
The Dead C,
The Fugs,
Nik Kershaw,
David Axelrod,
James White and The Blacks,
Crime,
The Tremeloes,
The Trojans,
Harpers Bizarre,
Yusef Lateef,
Livin' Joy,
Youth Brigade,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Talk Talk,
Mantronix,
Mo-Dettes,
X-101,
EPMD,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.