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 Tunisia and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Essential Logic to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Das Ding,
The Names,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Juan Atkins,
Yellowson,
Darondo,
The Slits,
Hot Snakes,
Joe Finger,
Essential Logic,
The Blues Magoos,
Eli Mardock,
Johnny Clarke,
Gang Starr,
Desert Stars,
Rekid,
Drive Like Jehu,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Smoke,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
Pierre Henry,
Althea and Donna,
Marine Girls,
Bauhaus,
Fatback Band,
Sun Ra,
Matthew Halsall,
The Dirtbombs,
Duran Duran,
Sam Rivers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Reagan Youth,
Ludus,
Kayak,
Marmalade,
Fad Gadget,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Camberwell Now,
Rod Modell,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
World's Most,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Donny Hathaway,
The Cure,
The Evens,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Thee Headcoats,
Don Cherry,
John Foxx,
Dead Boys,
Y Pants,
Circle Jerks,
Ken Boothe,
Alton Ellis,
Nick Fraelich,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.