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 Guyana and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 PIL to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Carl Craig. All the underground hits.
All Skarface tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lyres record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Delta 5,
Cheater Slicks,
Ken Boothe,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Five Americans,
Joey Negro,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mark Hollis,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
Slick Rick,
Joy Division,
X-101,
Camberwell Now,
The Cramps,
T. Rex,
Pharoah Sanders,
Johnny Clarke,
Pere Ubu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Shadows of Knight,
Accadde A,
Black Sheep,
Can,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Aural Exciters,
Peter & Gordon,
Don Cherry,
Prince Buster,
Procol Harum,
Flamin' Groovies,
L. Decosne,
Zero Boys,
Iggy Pop,
Pagans,
PIL,
Los Fastidios,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Misunderstood,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sister Nancy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Goldenarms,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Deepchord,
Marmalade,
Saccharine Trust,
Bauhaus,
The Durutti Column,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
June Days,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Gong, Gong, Gong, Gong.
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.