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 Zimbabwe and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Rakim to the dance 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 Gichy Dan. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Rapeman,
Massinfluence,
DJ Style,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Neil Young,
The Dave Clark Five,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
Brand Nubian,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
Minor Threat,
Prince Buster,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Sonics,
Kenny Larkin,
The Toasters,
D'Angelo,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Underground Resistance,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Fugs,
Laurel Aitken,
Mary Jane Girls,
Hashim,
Chrome,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Thompson Twins,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Jandek,
Matthew Bourne,
David Bowie,
David Axelrod,
Newcleus,
The Stooges,
Alison Limerick,
the Bar-Kays,
10cc,
Crime,
James White and The Blacks,
John Lydon,
DNA,
A Certain Ratio,
OOIOO,
Grandmaster Flash,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
The Trojans,
Andrew Hill,
Unrelated Segments,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Archie Shepp,
The Birthday Party,
Heaven 17,
The Durutti Column,
Fat Boys,
Absolute Body Control,
Unwound,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.