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 Libya and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Robert Görl to the crunk 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 Judy Mowatt. All the underground hits.
All De La Soul & Jungle Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Talk Talk,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lebanon Hanover,
Donald Byrd,
The Moleskins,
X-Ray Spex,
Nik Kershaw,
Quando Quango,
Matthew Bourne,
Lee Hazlewood,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
David Bowie,
Oneida,
The Fortunes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Hashim,
the Soft Cell,
Stockholm Monsters,
Don Cherry,
Guru Guru,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
Robert Hood,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-102,
John Lydon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Whodini,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gang of Four,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mr. Review,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Beau Brummels,
The Monks,
The Toasters,
The Birthday Party,
Boredoms,
James White and The Blacks,
Bush Tetras,
the Sonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
David McCallum,
Colin Newman,
Lyres,
The Cure,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Easy Going,
Kool Moe Dee,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Roxette,
Popol Vuh,
The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs, The Golliwogs.
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.