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 Portugal and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Stooges to the electroclash 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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalo Schifrin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blossom Toes,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
E-Dancer,
Chris Corsano,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Toasters,
Nas,
Hardrive,
Darondo,
Faraquet,
The Saints,
JFA,
Juan Atkins,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Peter and Kerry,
Max Romeo,
Agent Orange,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Human League,
Saccharine Trust,
Wolf Eyes,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Selecter,
Ken Boothe,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
D'Angelo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Reuben Wilson,
Ludus,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Derrick Morgan,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Icehouse,
The Misunderstood,
Jeff Lynne,
Neil Young,
Radiohead,
Desert Stars,
The Happenings,
The Divine Comedy,
Matthew Halsall,
Popol Vuh,
Ultra Naté,
Althea and Donna,
Susan Cadogan,
Maurizio,
Porter Ricks,
Roxette,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.