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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Dorothy Ashby to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Suicide tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
Banda Bassotti,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Public Enemy,
Erasure,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Ponytail,
Susan Cadogan,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
Yusef Lateef,
Letta Mbulu,
U.S. Maple,
Rapeman,
R.M.O.,
Interpol,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Buckinghams,
Stereo Dub,
Alice Coltrane,
Section 25,
H. Thieme,
Brothers Johnson,
John Lydon,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
a-ha,
Harpers Bizarre,
Jawbox,
Bluetip,
Iggy Pop,
Johnny Clarke,
Nils Olav,
Ronnie Foster,
K-Klass,
Throbbing Gristle,
Cymande,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Birthday Party,
Jeru the Damaja,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siglo XX,
The Martian,
Carl Craig,
In Retrospect,
James White and The Blacks,
Groovy Waters,
Franke,
Harmonia,
Buzzcocks,
Anakelly,
Jerry's Kids,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kurtis Blow,
The Dirtbombs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Skarface,
The Searchers,
Maleditus Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Metal Thangz,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.