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 Samoa and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the crunk 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
The Techniques,
Scott Walker,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aural Exciters,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Depeche Mode,
Lou Reed,
X-Ray Spex,
Soulsonic Force,
Accadde A,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
The Smiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Modern Lovers,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
48th St. Collective,
Los Fastidios,
Stiv Bators,
Japan,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
The Litter,
Mr. Review,
Eric Copeland,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wasted Youth,
T.S.O.L.,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Deakin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DJ Style,
Fear,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sonic Youth,
Zero Boys,
Ice-T,
The New Christs,
Mars,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glambeats Corp.,
Adolescents,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
Essential Logic,
Zapp,
Anakelly,
The Gap Band,
Shoche, Shoche, Shoche, Shoche.
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.