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 Laos 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 CMW to the crunk 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 Ultimate Spinach. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Womack record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Donny Hathaway,
Eric Dolphy,
Erasure,
Organ,
Ponytail,
Moebius,
Eyeless In Gaza,
K-Klass,
Electric Prunes,
Toni Rubio,
Gregory Isaacs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Erykah Badu,
The Music Machine,
Bluetip,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Slackers,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sixth Finger,
Tres Demented,
Eddi Front,
OOIOO,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Doors,
The Skatalites,
Youth Brigade,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
the Slits,
Pagans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Peter & Gordon,
Rosa Yemen,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mark Hollis,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
La Düsseldorf,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
48th St. Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Terrestrial Tones,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
AZ,
The Fugs,
The Trojans,
Jacob Miller,
Don Cherry,
Robert Hood,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
Guru Guru,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Roxy Music,
Duran Duran,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.