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 Dominican Republic and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Alison Limerick to the crunk 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 The Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Real Kids record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Jeff Mills,
LL Cool J,
Second Layer,
Albert Ayler,
Cameo,
Swans,
Cybotron,
The American Breed,
Anthony Braxton,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
UT,
Angry Samoans,
Y Pants,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Victims,
Janne Schatter,
Althea and Donna,
Crime,
Soul Sonic Force,
Minnie Riperton,
Wolf Eyes,
The Durutti Column,
The Mummies,
Talk Talk,
Joe Finger,
Black Flag,
Nirvana,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funkadelic,
Crispy Ambulance,
These Immortal Souls,
The Wake,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Duran Duran,
8 Eyed Spy,
Iggy Pop,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gastr Del Sol,
Alice Coltrane,
The Blues Magoos,
John Cale,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Surgeon,
Parry Music,
Ten City,
Lou Reed,
Fugazi,
a-ha,
Bang On A Can,
Black Moon,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The J.B.'s,
Rakim,
Tubeway Army,
The Index,
The Walker Brothers,
The Knickerbockers,
Sandy B,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.