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 Romania and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Scientists to the crunk 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 The Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Louis and Bebe Barron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
The Count Five,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Excepter,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Shuggie Otis,
David McCallum,
Fela Kuti,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Letta Mbulu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
T. Rex,
Sixth Finger,
The Birthday Party,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Barrington Levy,
Connie Case,
Gang of Four,
A Certain Ratio,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ten City,
Alison Limerick,
Lungfish,
Motorama,
Organ,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
Sonny Sharrock,
Pharoah Sanders,
Jesper Dahlback,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lyres,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gregory Isaacs,
Soft Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
The J.B.'s,
Danielle Patucci,
Cameo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Radio Birdman,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.