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 Congo and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk 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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Toasters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Faraquet,
Sight & Sound,
Moss Icon,
Aaron Thompson,
Thee Headcoats,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Robert Hood,
The Techniques,
Minnie Riperton,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ken Boothe,
Sarah Menescal,
Arcadia,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Angels of Light,
Monks,
Adolescents,
Delta 5,
Marine Girls,
Magma,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Darondo,
Prince Buster,
Cecil Taylor,
Eurythmics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Andrew Hill,
Carl Craig,
The Grass Roots,
Curtis Mayfield,
A Flock of Seagulls,
E-Dancer,
Harpers Bizarre,
B.T. Express,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fear,
Tomorrow,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Pop Group,
The Standells,
Monolake,
F. McDonald,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lungfish,
the Soft Cell,
Iggy Pop,
Lebanon Hanover,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s,
Nirvana,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.