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 Latvia and from Shanghai.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb 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 The Mighty Diamonds to the grime 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 Marcia Griffiths. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Public Image Ltd. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kaleidoscope,
The Fuzztones,
Max Romeo,
Roxette,
The Remains,
Jerry's Kids,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lalo Schifrin,
Q65,
Liliput,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Royal Trux,
Ludus,
Barrington Levy,
Slave,
The Detroit Cobras,
Scan 7,
Glenn Branca,
Gerry Rafferty,
Joe Finger,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Thompson Twins,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Urselle,
Tomorrow,
The Grass Roots,
Popol Vuh,
Rekid,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
D'Angelo,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Gories,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
Black Flag,
The United States of America,
Unrelated Segments,
MC5,
Tim Buckley,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Saccharine Trust,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Masters at Work,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
A Certain Ratio,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
B.T. Express,
Q and Not U,
kango's stein massive,
Sixth Finger,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown, Dennis Brown.
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.