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 Denmark and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Parry Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
KRS-One,
The Gories,
Dual Sessions,
Joy Division,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Chris & Cosey,
Amazonics,
the Germs,
Arcadia,
kango's stein massive,
Gichy Dan,
Grey Daturas,
Wire,
The Invisible,
Gang Starr,
Nils Olav,
The Trojans,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Kenny Larkin,
Letta Mbulu,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
Scientists,
Pantaleimon,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Normal,
David Axelrod,
Royal Trux,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
Duran Duran,
David McCallum,
Toni Rubio,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
OOIOO,
Dead Boys,
Jandek,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sun City Girls,
Zapp,
Rekid,
Sly & The Family Stone,
La Düsseldorf,
Oneida,
Half Japanese,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The New Christs,
Mr. Review,
The Shadows of Knight,
Soft Cell,
Stetsasonic,
Joyce Sims,
The Mighty Diamonds,
FM Einheit,
Altered Images,
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
Grandmaster Flash,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.