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 Malta and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the 808 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 Glenn Branca to the electroclash 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Searchers,
X-Ray Spex,
Todd Terry,
Joe Smooth,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Urselle,
Slick Rick,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Happenings,
Chris Corsano,
The Tremeloes,
Howard Jones,
Josef K,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Hashim,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eve St. Jones,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Isaac Hayes,
Black Flag,
This Heat,
The American Breed,
the Normal,
Sam Rivers,
Joensuu 1685,
The Move,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
Mission of Burma,
Cybotron,
Groovy Waters,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
Parry Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Cure,
Sandy B,
Hardrive,
Deadbeat,
Moby Grape,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
Heaven 17,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
Dennis Brown,
The Red Krayola,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Yusef Lateef,
Vainqueur,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
the Fania All-Stars,
Intrusion,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.