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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Philadelphia.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Slits to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Angry Samoans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quantec record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Eddi Front,
Yellowson,
Erykah Badu,
Lower 48,
Rakim,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mary Jane Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Rekid,
Graham Central Station,
Silicon Teens,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Young Marble Giants,
The Beau Brummels,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Toasters,
Malaria!,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gong,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mission of Burma,
Susan Cadogan,
Bush Tetras,
Crooked Eye,
The Durutti Column,
Hasil Adkins,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ornette Coleman,
Joensuu 1685,
Jacques Brel,
Tom Boy,
Unwound,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Saints,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kas Product,
The Gories,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smoke,
Average White Band,
Scientists,
Todd Terry,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Trumans Water,
Stereo Dub,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Five Americans,
E-Dancer,
Albert Ayler,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Drexciya,
Fear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Don Cherry,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.