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 Moldova and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Toni Rubio to the rock 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 Neu!. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barrington Levy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Chris Corsano,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Mark Hollis,
Television Personalities,
The Gap Band,
David Bowie,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
Simply Red,
Skriet,
Blake Baxter,
The Wake,
Siglo XX,
The Slackers,
Lindisfarne,
Malaria!,
Sight & Sound,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Anthony Braxton,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
Buzzcocks,
Unrelated Segments,
The Kinks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ice-T,
Ponytail,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sparks,
The Techniques,
Los Fastidios,
Jeff Lynne,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Yellowson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Peter and Kerry,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Procol Harum,
The Detroit Cobras,
Eli Mardock,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Tears for Fears,
The Leaves,
Gil Scott Heron,
Unwound,
the Normal,
Subhumans,
Lyres,
Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis, Alton Ellis.
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.