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 Iceland and from London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike 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 West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band. All the underground hits.
All the Swans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Shadows of Knight 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobbi Humphrey,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
Althea and Donna,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Scratch Acid,
Sonic Youth,
Siglo XX,
Pierre Henry,
Jeff Mills,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Bar-Kays,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Slits,
Marshall Jefferson,
U.S. Maple,
Pantytec,
Barry Ungar,
The Divine Comedy,
Stiv Bators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Doors,
Jacob Miller,
Deakin,
Masters at Work,
MDC,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Sound,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Aural Exciters,
The Mojo Men,
Jacques Brel,
Pulsallama,
Kurtis Blow,
David McCallum,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rites of Spring,
The Cure,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Marvin Gaye,
Soft Cell,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Knickerbockers,
JFA,
Cymande,
Funky Four + One,
Fear,
The Smiths,
The Neon Judgement,
Arab on Radar,
Sällskapet,
Nico,
Crooked Eye,
The Dave Clark Five,
Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy, Public Enemy.
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.