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 Italy and from Copenhagen.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lagos.
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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 The Smiths to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Niagra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pole,
Mr. Review,
The Beau Brummels,
Oblivians,
Letta Mbulu,
Absolute Body Control,
Wire,
Neu!,
The Smoke,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Al Stewart,
Sparks,
Unrelated Segments,
Lou Christie,
The Music Machine,
Au Pairs,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bush Tetras,
Bronski Beat,
Blossom Toes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ken Boothe,
Janne Schatter,
Dennis Brown,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Duran Duran,
Echospace,
The Names,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Model 500,
Simply Red,
Gang Starr,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Eve St. Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
Alphaville,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ludus,
Albert Ayler,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
Sound Behaviour,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mandrill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Inner City,
The Index,
Charles Mingus,
Sun City Girls,
The Searchers,
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.