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 Mali and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Sisters of Mercy to the grunge 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 Bill Wells. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
Radiopuhelimet,
Max Romeo,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Sarah Menescal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Saints,
Bronski Beat,
Fat Boys,
Sister Nancy,
The Barracudas,
Prince Buster,
Stereo Dub,
Althea and Donna,
MDC,
Barclay James Harvest,
Cybotron,
Reuben Wilson,
Don Cherry,
The Music Machine,
Amon Düül II,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Japan,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Das Ding,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Average White Band,
Gang Green,
Duran Duran,
Fear,
Chris Corsano,
Interpol,
Tres Demented,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
John Holt,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rites of Spring,
Lou Reed,
Robert Görl,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Soft Cell,
Black Bananas,
Byron Stingily,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Motions,
Cheater Slicks,
The Blues Magoos,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Idris Muhammad,
The Invisible,
The Skatalites,
Depeche Mode,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.