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 Barbados and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 Liaisons Dangereuses to the rap 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Panda Bear tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grauzone 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gary Puckett & The Union Gap record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alton Ellis,
Rekid,
Mars,
Bronski Beat,
EPMD,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Crispy Ambulance,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Slits,
Skriet,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Bobby Womack,
Todd Terry,
The Victims,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kenny Larkin,
Au Pairs,
Chrome,
Slave,
Boredoms,
The Remains,
Frankie Knuckles,
Throbbing Gristle,
Fad Gadget,
Eddi Front,
Cheater Slicks,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Magazine,
Accadde A,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
Trumans Water,
Ohio Players,
Aural Exciters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Skaos,
The Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
Second Layer,
Mission of Burma,
Visage,
Al Stewart,
Nas,
ABC,
Eli Mardock,
Rufus Thomas,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Section 25,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minnie Riperton,
Robert Görl,
Tom Boy,
Audionom,
Delon & Dalcan,
Amazonics,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.