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 Kenya and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
CMW,
Stetsasonic,
Deepchord,
the Slits,
Bad Manners,
Desert Stars,
Tommy Roe,
Zapp,
Newcleus,
Prince Buster,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Glambeats Corp.,
Wire,
Minutemen,
Cluster,
The Stooges,
Banda Bassotti,
Isaac Hayes,
Albert Ayler,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blues Magoos,
Sister Nancy,
Magazine,
Ornette Coleman,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ice-T,
Peter & Gordon,
The Searchers,
Barry Ungar,
Hot Snakes,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Swans,
The Modern Lovers,
Godley & Creme,
Stereo Dub,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Babytalk,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Negative Approach,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
The Shadows of Knight,
Faust,
DNA,
David McCallum,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
The Kinks,
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.