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 Monaco and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Zero Boys to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mark Hollis,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Franke,
Section 25,
Man Parrish,
Sexual Harrassment,
Fat Boys,
Porter Ricks,
Ten City,
Goldenarms,
Magma,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mummies,
The Gap Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
John Foxx,
Mission of Burma,
Sandy B,
Minny Pops,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Absolute Body Control,
Supertramp,
The Gladiators,
Camberwell Now,
Ultra Naté,
Ken Boothe,
Hoover,
Rosa Yemen,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Carl Craig,
Leonard Cohen,
the Germs,
The Count Five,
Ludus,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Barry Ungar,
DJ Sneak,
Funkadelic,
DJ Style,
Laurel Aitken,
The Slits,
Silicon Teens,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Outsiders,
David Bowie,
Black Moon,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.