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 Moldova and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 United States of America to the rock 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terrestrial Tones record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
The Fuzztones,
Reagan Youth,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Wally Richardson,
Erasure,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gang Starr,
Parry Music,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Make Up,
Connie Case,
The Fall,
The Flesh Eaters,
Intrusion,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Surgeon,
Quantec,
Stereo Dub,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Youth Brigade,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Litter,
T. Rex,
Joensuu 1685,
The Electric Prunes,
Ronan,
John Holt,
Easy Going,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
Sun City Girls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pulsallama,
Los Fastidios,
Newcleus,
Soul Sonic Force,
10cc,
Sister Nancy,
Radiohead,
Ituana,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Half Japanese,
Sonny Sharrock,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Rufus Thomas,
Cymande,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
The Residents,
The Leaves,
Peter & Gordon,
Pole,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review, Mr. Review.
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.