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 Seychelles and from Hong Kong.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 chamberlin 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 Ice-T to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Agitation Free. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang of Four,
Minutemen,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Skriet,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
Kerri Chandler,
The Mummies,
Brass Construction,
K-Klass,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Junior Murvin,
kango's stein massive,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Absolute Body Control,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Michelle Simonal,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Public Enemy,
U.S. Maple,
The Human League,
Bob Dylan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Icehouse,
Easy Going,
Dead Boys,
DJ Style,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slits,
Soft Machine,
Chris & Cosey,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Alton Ellis,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
Livin' Joy,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
MDC,
The Blackbyrds,
The Happenings,
Gang Starr,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lower 48,
Pole,
Metal Thangz,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.