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 Antigua and from London.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Newcleus to the disco 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Livin' Joy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Scratch Acid,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Patti Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Howard Jones,
Warren Ellis,
Maurizio,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Anakelly,
Ludus,
Porter Ricks,
Judy Mowatt,
Fatback Band,
Pylon,
Avey Tare,
The Saints,
Wings,
Popol Vuh,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Litter,
Unwound,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Negative Approach,
Black Flag,
Das Ding,
Al Stewart,
John Cale,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sister Nancy,
Sound Behaviour,
Second Layer,
Public Enemy,
Charles Mingus,
Inner City,
Kas Product,
Malaria!,
Joensuu 1685,
H. Thieme,
Stereo Dub,
Tim Buckley,
The Associates,
Kayak,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Fugazi,
The American Breed,
Amazonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Skarface,
Flash Fearless,
Quando Quango,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Move,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.