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 Brunei and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 The Gap Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heavy D & The Boyz. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nation of Ulysses,
Visage,
Kaleidoscope,
Arcadia,
AZ,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Livin' Joy,
Eden Ahbez,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bill Wells,
The Smiths,
Young Marble Giants,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Subhumans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Minor Threat,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Sam Rivers,
Saccharine Trust,
Radio Birdman,
Loose Ends,
Anakelly,
Malaria!,
Mission of Burma,
Sex Pistols,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Last Poets,
The Birthday Party,
Nik Kershaw,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ponytail,
Ornette Coleman,
Crash Course in Science,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Stiv Bators,
Drive Like Jehu,
Marc Almond,
Magma,
Cybotron,
John Holt,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Joy Division,
Graham Central Station,
Prince Buster,
Essential Logic,
Accadde A,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mad Mike,
Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force, Soul Sonic Force.
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.