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 Slovakia and from Hong Kong.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 In Retrospect to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Todd Rundgren tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Albert Ayler record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Monolake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Chris & Cosey,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Archie Shepp,
the Swans,
The Moleskins,
Cecil Taylor,
Organ,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Albert Ayler,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Todd Rundgren,
Funkadelic,
Jeff Lynne,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Icehouse,
Soft Machine,
KRS-One,
Eve St. Jones,
Los Fastidios,
Marc Almond,
Lou Christie,
Tim Buckley,
The Fugs,
Boz Scaggs,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Jacques Brel,
Public Enemy,
Glambeats Corp.,
Simply Red,
Marmalade,
Robert Görl,
The Toasters,
Clear Light,
DJ Style,
Gang Starr,
Negative Approach,
Roxette,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Hasil Adkins,
Mad Mike,
Marshall Jefferson,
Faraquet,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Oneida,
Anakelly,
The Moody Blues,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anthony Braxton,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Angry Samoans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.