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 Greece and from Houston.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 R.M.O. to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ossler 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ponytail record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Crooked Eye,
Con Funk Shun,
Nik Kershaw,
The Red Krayola,
The Smoke,
Cluster,
Scott Walker,
Negative Approach,
World's Most,
Rufus Thomas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Quando Quango,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Desert Stars,
David Axelrod,
Eric Dolphy,
Dual Sessions,
Q65,
Hardrive,
Agent Orange,
Brand Nubian,
The Knickerbockers,
Dave Gahan,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Terry Callier,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
L. Decosne,
Archie Shepp,
Sex Pistols,
The Motions,
Nico,
Gang Green,
Cal Tjader,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
The Sonics,
The Divine Comedy,
Cymande,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Piero Umiliani,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fatback Band,
Al Stewart,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Five Americans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Make Up,
Kerrie Biddell,
Charles Mingus,
Bad Manners,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
The Monks,
Skaos,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.