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 Delhi.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Techniques to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All The Mojo Men tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Outsiders,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Yellowson,
Vladislav Delay,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Juan Atkins,
U.S. Maple,
Sun City Girls,
Judy Mowatt,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moss Icon,
Andrew Hill,
Aaron Thompson,
Dead Boys,
Funkadelic,
the Human League,
The Doobie Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lower 48,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lyres,
Neil Young,
Groovy Waters,
Idris Muhammad,
Barrington Levy,
DNA,
Crash Course in Science,
Mars,
The Blackbyrds,
Harry Pussy,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang of Four,
Howard Jones,
The Standells,
The Monks,
Kevin Saunderson,
MDC,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bill Wells,
Albert Ayler,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warsaw,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Boz Scaggs,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
Quando Quango,
Sight & Sound,
Schoolly D,
The Buckinghams,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Slackers,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.