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 Fiji and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slackers to the rock 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Byrd record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marshall Jefferson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Fortunes,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
La Düsseldorf,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bizarre Inc.,
Skaos,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Associates,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Mission of Burma,
Babytalk,
Aural Exciters,
Barbara Tucker,
The Saints,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
U.S. Maple,
Swans,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
James Chance & The Contortions,
This Heat,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Urselle,
ABC,
Zero Boys,
The Real Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Oneida,
DJ Style,
The Smoke,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crooked Eye,
Porter Ricks,
Gang Starr,
The Neon Judgement,
Con Funk Shun,
Mantronix,
David Bowie,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zapp,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Mad Mike,
Rufus Thomas,
Scientists,
Maurizio,
Quantec,
The Walker Brothers,
Todd Terry,
Albert Ayler,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.