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 Mauritius and from Winnipeg.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Roy Ayers to the punk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Circle Jerks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Vainqueur,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Young Rascals,
Ornette Coleman,
Piero Umiliani,
Easy Going,
John Lydon,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
John Holt,
Juan Atkins,
Black Sheep,
Connie Case,
Loose Ends,
X-101,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Index,
The Wake,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Los Fastidios,
Porter Ricks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville,
Ronnie Foster,
Technova,
The Monochrome Set,
Joey Negro,
John Foxx,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dual Sessions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Iggy Pop,
the Germs,
Chris Corsano,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Newcleus,
Derrick May,
Donny Hathaway,
Nico,
Suburban Knight,
Model 500,
Wire,
Rekid,
Max Romeo,
Metal Thangz,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Sugar Minott,
Faraquet,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.