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 Brazil and from Lagos.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 The Red Krayola to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Warsaw. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Grey Daturas,
Harry Pussy,
Alton Ellis,
Kenny Larkin,
X-Ray Spex,
Nils Olav,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
John Holt,
Judy Mowatt,
Quadrant,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Intrusion,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gun Club,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Khruangbin,
Deepchord,
the Swans,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Bar-Kays,
Ultra Naté,
Toni Rubio,
Suicide,
The Techniques,
The United States of America,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Lebanon Hanover,
A Certain Ratio,
Icehouse,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Freddie Wadling,
Gil Scott Heron,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Crash Course in Science,
The Leaves,
Rosa Yemen,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lungfish,
Tres Demented,
Nas,
The Searchers,
The Birthday Party,
Joyce Sims,
Pantytec,
The Grass Roots,
Sällskapet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Section 25,
Gang of Four,
The Modern Lovers,
Deakin, Deakin, Deakin, Deakin.
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.