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 Samoa and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 B.T. Express to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fugazi record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Juan Atkins,
Colin Newman,
Basic Channel,
Camouflage,
Carl Craig,
Terrestrial Tones,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sparks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Camberwell Now,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Radio Birdman,
Intrusion,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wally Richardson,
U.S. Maple,
Bob Dylan,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gil Scott Heron,
kango's stein massive,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Chrome,
The Litter,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
Susan Cadogan,
Iggy Pop,
Charles Mingus,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Marmalade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Harmonia,
AZ,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Agitation Free,
B.T. Express,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Crispy Ambulance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Electric Prunes,
Bootsy Collins,
The Saints,
The Cure,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Skarface,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fela Kuti,
Harry Pussy,
Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case, Connie Case.
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.