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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 snare 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 A Certain Ratio to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Deadbeat tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
The Five Americans,
8 Eyed Spy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Chris & Cosey,
Suburban Knight,
Television Personalities,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rotary Connection,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nik Kershaw,
Tomorrow,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Public Enemy,
Iggy Pop,
Ice-T,
Scan 7,
John Lydon,
The Wake,
Brass Construction,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Fall,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Happenings,
Neil Young,
Tom Boy,
Ludus,
Piero Umiliani,
Kaleidoscope,
the Fania All-Stars,
Shoche,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
Tres Demented,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Motorama,
Magazine,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Blake Baxter,
Alice Coltrane,
Sex Pistols,
Cameo,
Ohio Players,
Soulsonic Force,
Rosa Yemen,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Monks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Althea and Donna,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Human League,
Average White Band,
Essential Logic,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Camouflage,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor, Cecil Taylor.
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.