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 Nepal 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Main Source to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Soul II Soul,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Johnny Osbourne,
Fugazi,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Rod Modell,
Basic Channel,
Nas,
The Slackers,
Guru Guru,
Das Ding,
Unrelated Segments,
Circle Jerks,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
PIL,
Jacob Miller,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Faust,
Chris Corsano,
Dark Day,
James White and The Blacks,
MDC,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Niagra,
Scratch Acid,
Skaos,
Alphaville,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fire Engines,
UT,
The Neon Judgement,
Joy Division,
Charles Mingus,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Dual Sessions,
Byron Stingily,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Susan Cadogan,
The Human League,
Cheater Slicks,
Gang Starr,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
Bluetip,
JFA,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
D'Angelo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Mandrill,
Tom Boy,
The Birthday Party,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
DJ Sneak,
June of 44,
Bobby Womack,
The Mojo Men,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.