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 Malawi and from Milan.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 sitar 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 The Raincoats to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Peanut Butter Conspiracy. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Enemy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
The New Christs,
Blancmange,
The American Breed,
Section 25,
The Alarm Clocks,
X-101,
Shoche,
Intrusion,
The Slits,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sonic Youth,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Black Sheep,
Loose Ends,
The Velvet Underground,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Davy DMX,
In Retrospect,
Bad Manners,
Patti Smith,
Pharoah Sanders,
Michelle Simonal,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Ice-T,
Danielle Patucci,
Gichy Dan,
Joy Division,
Erykah Badu,
Khruangbin,
Theoretical Girls,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Gladiators,
K-Klass,
Altered Images,
Camouflage,
Scan 7,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bobby Womack,
Audionom,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Detroit Cobras,
Warsaw,
Fad Gadget,
Agitation Free,
Marvin Gaye,
Public Enemy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hot Snakes,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Flash Fearless,
The Beau Brummels,
Basic Channel,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crispian St. Peters,
Josef K,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.