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 Vanuatu and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare 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 The Black Dice to the crunk 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Man Parrish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sarah Menescal,
The Vogues,
Lebanon Hanover,
Barrington Levy,
Cymande,
Mary Jane Girls,
Avey Tare,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dead C,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Bourne,
Andrew Hill,
Darondo,
H. Thieme,
The J.B.'s,
Jeru the Damaja,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Surgeon,
Cameo,
Interpol,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Jacob Miller,
Faust,
Lyres,
Grandmaster Flash,
Trumans Water,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pagans,
Gabor Szabo,
Thompson Twins,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Standells,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Girls At Our Best!,
the Germs,
Section 25,
Buzzcocks,
Mo-Dettes,
Television,
The Cure,
Suburban Knight,
Ultimate Spinach,
8 Eyed Spy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Brick,
Warsaw,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Basic Channel,
Fear,
Tears for Fears,
Icehouse,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes, Electric Prunes.
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.