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 Zambia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sixth Finger to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxette 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Holt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Jerry's Kids,
Yellowson,
Loose Ends,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Buckinghams,
Urselle,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Duran Duran,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Ohio Players,
The Young Rascals,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Angels of Light,
Cluster,
Sound Behaviour,
Soft Cell,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Ultra Naté,
Johnny Clarke,
Mission of Burma,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Slackers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roy Ayers,
The Toasters,
The Victims,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
D'Angelo,
Malaria!,
Monolake,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sight & Sound,
Unwound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Yazoo,
Brick,
John Holt,
Sparks,
Peter & Gordon,
Chris & Cosey,
U.S. Maple,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Parrish,
Cybotron,
The Fugs,
Essential Logic,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Lydon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.