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 Cape Verde and from Lille.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Fat Boys to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Starr,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Absolute Body Control,
A Certain Ratio,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Litter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Motorama,
R.M.O.,
The Tremeloes,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Toni Rubio,
Sun Ra,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Yazoo,
Derrick May,
Prince Buster,
Cluster,
Moby Grape,
Marc Almond,
Delta 5,
Siglo XX,
Cal Tjader,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Dark Day,
Roxy Music,
Black Sheep,
Faraquet,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
OOIOO,
Deakin,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Leonard Cohen,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
L. Decosne,
Skaos,
Essential Logic,
The Cowsills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Boredoms,
The Angels of Light,
Interpol,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blossom Toes,
The Gap Band,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.