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 South Africa and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Wolf Eyes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aswad,
Pere Ubu,
Marvin Gaye,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Soft Machine,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fall,
Barry Ungar,
Erykah Badu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tears for Fears,
Alton Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Pantytec,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Jeff Mills,
Royal Trux,
Jawbox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James White and The Blacks,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Kinks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eden Ahbez,
The Birthday Party,
CMW,
Public Enemy,
Chrome,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Five Americans,
Kerri Chandler,
the Germs,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bill Wells,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Babytalk,
Technova,
The Buckinghams,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deepchord,
Anakelly,
Arcadia,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
the Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mark Hollis,
John Coltrane,
Motorama,
Flash Fearless,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.