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 Azerbaijan and from Stockholm.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Smog to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Ralphi Rosario. All the underground hits.
All The Moleskins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harpers Bizarre 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Scratch Acid,
Vainqueur,
Pagans,
Black Pus,
Barbara Tucker,
Ronnie Foster,
Wasted Youth,
Adolescents,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Mark Hollis,
The Victims,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
Wally Richardson,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Vogues,
Yazoo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Eddi Front,
The Real Kids,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Doors,
DJ Style,
Carl Craig,
Masters at Work,
Isaac Hayes,
Fluxion,
Deadbeat,
Derrick May,
Mantronix,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Angry Samoans,
Supertramp,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deakin,
OOIOO,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Johnny Clarke,
Circle Jerks,
Josef K,
Crime,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Rites of Spring,
In Retrospect,
Drexciya,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
The Selecter,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.