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 Brunei and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Prince Buster to the dance 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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Bang On A Can,
The Raincoats,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aural Exciters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Visage,
Sound Behaviour,
The Pop Group,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Main Source,
Pussy Galore,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Oneida,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Litter,
June Days,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Funkadelic,
Babytalk,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Oblivians,
Max Romeo,
Soul II Soul,
Jawbox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pere Ubu,
Roxette,
Howard Jones,
Joe Smooth,
The Doors,
Pulsallama,
Stetsasonic,
Bronski Beat,
The Blues Magoos,
Absolute Body Control,
The Electric Prunes,
In Retrospect,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yusef Lateef,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rapeman,
Amon Düül II,
Suicide,
The Remains,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.