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 Pakistan and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 JFA to the electroclash 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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Camouflage,
Roy Ayers,
This Heat,
The Invisible,
Derrick May,
the Human League,
48th St. Collective,
Con Funk Shun,
Man Eating Sloth,
cv313,
Pere Ubu,
The Selecter,
Maleditus Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Sun Ra,
Sam Rivers,
Wolf Eyes,
ABBA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Blake Baxter,
Au Pairs,
One Last Wish,
Roger Hodgson,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Gang of Four,
Nas,
Delta 5,
Ohio Players,
The Techniques,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Danielle Patucci,
Arab on Radar,
Model 500,
Erasure,
David Bowie,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Smog,
The Sound,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Scratch Acid,
Alice Coltrane,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Lydon,
Davy DMX,
Jerry's Kids,
Malaria!,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Lebanon Hanover,
K-Klass,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.