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 Burundi and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Copenhagen.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Electric Prunes to the punk 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 J.B.'s. All the underground hits.
All Lafayette Afro Rock Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cure 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Connie Case,
Section 25,
Newcleus,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
the Slits,
The Mojo Men,
Sandy B,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The New Christs,
The Trojans,
Faraquet,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Zapp,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Janne Schatter,
Ten City,
DJ Sneak,
The Dirtbombs,
Vainqueur,
Fad Gadget,
Drexciya,
Pantytec,
Sparks,
Reagan Youth,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Aural Exciters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jeff Mills,
cv313,
Black Sheep,
Sonny Sharrock,
Darondo,
The Star Department,
The Smoke,
Altered Images,
Joey Negro,
Guru Guru,
Popol Vuh,
Scott Walker,
Unrelated Segments,
Gong,
Brand Nubian,
Basic Channel,
Deadbeat,
The Misunderstood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Second Layer,
Davy DMX,
Dead Boys,
Howard Jones,
Don Cherry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.