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 Colombia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Ronnie Foster 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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Pere Ubu,
The Mojo Men,
Joensuu 1685,
The Monks,
The Birthday Party,
FM Einheit,
Dead Boys,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Prince Buster,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
In Retrospect,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
Slave,
Young Marble Giants,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Zeros,
Simply Red,
Janne Schatter,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Drexciya,
Clear Light,
Make Up,
Japan,
Trumans Water,
Circle Jerks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Vainqueur,
48th St. Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Fad Gadget,
8 Eyed Spy,
Avey Tare,
Gang Starr,
Massinfluence,
Subhumans,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arthur Verocai,
Jandek,
Todd Terry,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Aloha Tigers,
Dave Gahan,
Ralphi Rosario,
Andrew Hill,
K-Klass,
Los Fastidios,
DNA,
The Dirtbombs,
The Doors,
The Residents,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.