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 Vietnam and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Pylon to the crunk 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 The Last Poets. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Au Pairs 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Monks,
Fela Kuti,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Litter,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Easy Going,
Bootsy Collins,
The J.B.'s,
Matthew Bourne,
DJ Sneak,
Donny Hathaway,
Monks,
The Star Department,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Basic Channel,
Alice Coltrane,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cheater Slicks,
Piero Umiliani,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Heaven 17,
Suburban Knight,
Junior Murvin,
Swans,
Rotary Connection,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bronski Beat,
Skarface,
Moss Icon,
The Cure,
EPMD,
the Bar-Kays,
Subhumans,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Camouflage,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Siglo XX,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
The Gories,
The Slits,
Ultra Naté,
Bill Near,
Traffic Nightmare,
D'Angelo,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
T. Rex,
Gabor Szabo,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
The Standells,
The Shadows of Knight,
Popol Vuh,
Smog, Smog, Smog, Smog.
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.