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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience to the rock 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Joy Division tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Mills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
Surgeon,
Matthew Bourne,
Harry Pussy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Tears for Fears,
Cybotron,
Japan,
the Slits,
Underground Resistance,
The Count Five,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Circle Jerks,
Crash Course in Science,
Shuggie Otis,
Erykah Badu,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sound Behaviour,
EPMD,
Glenn Branca,
Traffic Nightmare,
Wolf Eyes,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Matthew Halsall,
Pole,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fugazi,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
48th St. Collective,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Litter,
Bobby Byrd,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
World's Most,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Beau Brummels,
Scratch Acid,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rapeman,
Arcadia,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
Camouflage,
Half Japanese,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Black Flag,
Gang Gang Dance,
the Fania All-Stars,
10cc,
Public Enemy,
The Gories,
The Neon Judgement,
Fad Gadget,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Siglo XX,
Barclay James Harvest,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band.
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.