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 South Africa and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 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 Red Krayola to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Connie Case. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sugar Minott,
Average White Band,
The Monks,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
Josef K,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Porter Ricks,
PIL,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
Crooked Eye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eve St. Jones,
Dead Boys,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fire Engines,
The Cure,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Scion,
New Order,
Prince Buster,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Brass Construction,
Public Enemy,
Arcadia,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
Deakin,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Beau Brummels,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Mad Mike,
Alison Limerick,
Cameo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Velvet Underground,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
The Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Depeche Mode,
Marvin Gaye,
Avey Tare,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
Pussy Galore,
MDC,
Anakelly,
Altered Images,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grauzone,
Crispian St. Peters,
Shuggie Otis,
John Holt,
Moebius,
Man Eating Sloth,
Chris & Cosey,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots, The Grass Roots.
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.