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 France and from Jakarta.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Moleskins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sun Ra. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fatback Band 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Moebius,
Joyce Sims,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Selecter,
Rapeman,
Barry Ungar,
Crispian St. Peters,
Charles Mingus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Tres Demented,
Bill Wells,
R.M.O.,
Malaria!,
Cameo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lou Reed,
Can,
Dual Sessions,
Joe Finger,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
DNA,
Letta Mbulu,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Pylon,
Porter Ricks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eli Mardock,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Agent Orange,
Soul Sonic Force,
Wings,
Yaz,
The Birthday Party,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Stiv Bators,
Funkadelic,
Reagan Youth,
Basic Channel,
Kenny Larkin,
Pussy Galore,
B.T. Express,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Kerri Chandler,
FM Einheit,
Urselle,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Index,
Guru Guru,
Ken Boothe,
The New Christs,
cv313,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ponytail,
Delon & Dalcan,
Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson, Yellowson.
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.