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 Ecuador and from Tokyo.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Underground Resistance to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Jerry Gold Smith. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Inner City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soulsonic Force,
Brand Nubian,
Jeru the Damaja,
Marmalade,
Matthew Bourne,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobby Byrd,
Cybotron,
The Gap Band,
Subhumans,
Rapeman,
Average White Band,
the Normal,
Qualms,
John Cale,
Grauzone,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hot Snakes,
LL Cool J,
Skriet,
Faust,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Index,
Robert Görl,
The Motions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Rufus Thomas,
The Evens,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Electric Prunes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Swans,
the Slits,
These Immortal Souls,
Tres Demented,
The Detroit Cobras,
Letta Mbulu,
Shoche,
The Fugs,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Neil Young,
Derrick Morgan,
Bang On A Can,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Curtis Mayfield,
Easy Going,
Sugar Minott,
Icehouse,
The Index,
Barbara Tucker,
The Electric Prunes,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.