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 Mauritania and from Cairo.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Bauhaus to the electroclash 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Strawberry Alarm Clock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
48th St. Collective,
DJ Style,
Suburban Knight,
Fear,
The Martian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Todd Terry,
Hot Snakes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lower 48,
Inner City,
John Holt,
John Coltrane,
Heaven 17,
Mission of Burma,
Marcia Griffiths,
Mandrill,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
kango's stein massive,
Charles Mingus,
Todd Rundgren,
The Alarm Clocks,
Porter Ricks,
Carl Craig,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
Goldenarms,
The Buckinghams,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Scientists,
The Birthday Party,
Peter and Kerry,
The Blues Magoos,
The Invisible,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Black Pus,
Von Mondo,
Ponytail,
Agitation Free,
Dawn Penn,
the Human League,
Minnie Riperton,
Rhythm & Sound,
Minny Pops,
Marmalade,
Intrusion,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Yazoo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bauhaus,
Gang Starr,
OOIOO,
La Düsseldorf,
Infiniti,
China Crisis,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.