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 Niger and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 organ 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 Bauhaus to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Smiths,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Rekid,
Pussy Galore,
Mission of Burma,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
the Soft Cell,
Hoover,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Franke,
One Last Wish,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Techniques,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crash Course in Science,
The Star Department,
John Foxx,
The Remains,
Harry Pussy,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
The Mummies,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Gang of Four,
Heaven 17,
Lyres,
Amon Düül,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Gun Club,
Iggy Pop,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magazine,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Black Pus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Smoke,
Darondo,
Sun Ra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Banda Bassotti,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lightning Bolt,
Morten Harket,
Hashim,
Guru Guru,
Bootsy Collins,
The Count Five,
Gregory Isaacs,
Faraquet,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Divine Comedy,
Mark Hollis,
Section 25, Section 25, Section 25, Section 25.
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.