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 Kazakhstan 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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Selector Dub Narcotic to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Ultra Naté,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ice-T,
Circle Jerks,
Monolake,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Todd Terry,
Bauhaus,
Metal Thangz,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Green,
Piero Umiliani,
The Barracudas,
Frankie Knuckles,
Urselle,
Pierre Henry,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Matthew Halsall,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bill Near,
Yazoo,
Curtis Mayfield,
Reuben Wilson,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
The Victims,
Inner City,
Fela Kuti,
Warren Ellis,
Audionom,
Sun Ra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
Maurizio,
Ultravox,
The Moody Blues,
Young Marble Giants,
Girls At Our Best!,
Roger Hodgson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pole,
Judy Mowatt,
The Gun Club,
Eurythmics,
Porter Ricks,
Pylon,
Erasure,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Laurel Aitken,
Gang Starr,
Country Teasers,
Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan, Susan Cadogan.
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.