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 Latvia and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Hashim to the rap 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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jawbox record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tres Demented,
Max Romeo,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quando Quango,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hardrive,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Lalo Schifrin,
Frankie Knuckles,
Al Stewart,
Funky Four + One,
Hasil Adkins,
Agent Orange,
Kurtis Blow,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lyres,
Television,
Jerry's Kids,
Goldenarms,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
These Immortal Souls,
Siglo XX,
Bronski Beat,
Pharoah Sanders,
Grandmaster Flash,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Josef K,
Camouflage,
Panda Bear,
Section 25,
Eli Mardock,
Freddie Wadling,
Fatback Band,
Sexual Harrassment,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Bad Manners,
Graham Central Station,
D'Angelo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Moebius,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Saints,
Carl Craig,
Dead Boys,
Thee Headcoats,
Desert Stars,
the Human League,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.