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 Congo and from Taipei.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 The Divine Comedy to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Brick. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Soft Machine,
The Happenings,
The Dave Clark Five,
Quando Quango,
Kayak,
Mo-Dettes,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Matthew Bourne,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pantaleimon,
Freddie Wadling,
Pagans,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pretty Things,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
Urselle,
Panda Bear,
Black Flag,
UT,
The Fortunes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New Age Steppers,
Harry Pussy,
Laurel Aitken,
Tears for Fears,
X-102,
Kaleidoscope,
Yellowson,
Massinfluence,
Soul II Soul,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arab on Radar,
Funkadelic,
Alice Coltrane,
Whodini,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Trojans,
Nation of Ulysses,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Organ,
These Immortal Souls,
Connie Case,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Public Enemy,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Donald Byrd,
MC5,
Japan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fort Wilson Riot,
R.M.O.,
The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes, The Electric Prunes.
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.