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 Indonesia and from Sao Paulo.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Nas to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Saints. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Flesh Eaters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Glenn Branca,
Section 25,
Visage,
Wally Richardson,
Trumans Water,
Max Romeo,
Stereo Dub,
Infiniti,
Sonny Sharrock,
Livin' Joy,
Byron Stingily,
T.S.O.L.,
Kenny Larkin,
Rakim,
John Lydon,
The Red Krayola,
The Misunderstood,
The Zeros,
Negative Approach,
Bad Manners,
Albert Ayler,
Chris Corsano,
Crooked Eye,
Schoolly D,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Bob Dylan,
New Order,
Clear Light,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sixth Finger,
Intrusion,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
The Litter,
Avey Tare,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Curtis Mayfield,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Ultra Naté,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Junior Murvin,
Freddie Wadling,
The Young Rascals,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Urselle,
The Star Department,
Sugar Minott,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Womack,
Echospace,
Fat Boys,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Icehouse,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.