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 Liberia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Drive Like Jehu to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All Banda Bassotti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Drexciya record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Terry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Letta Mbulu,
Pylon,
The Doors,
Josef K,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
Bootsy Collins,
The Leaves,
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cymande,
Accadde A,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nik Kershaw,
Vainqueur,
The Move,
Grey Daturas,
Au Pairs,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Hoover,
Ultravox,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Blues Magoos,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Joyce Sims,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Derrick May,
Kool Moe Dee,
Deadbeat,
Blake Baxter,
The Monochrome Set,
Steve Hackett,
Joe Finger,
Pere Ubu,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Motorama,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Charles Mingus,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Section 25,
EPMD,
Connie Case,
Donald Byrd,
Hot Snakes,
Lyres,
Anthony Braxton,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
Visage,
Davy DMX,
The Velvet Underground,
X-Ray Spex,
Zapp,
Neu!,
Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance, Crispy Ambulance.
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.