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 Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Modern Lovers to the crunk 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
The Red Krayola,
Television,
The Names,
The Saints,
The Invisible,
The Gladiators,
Junior Murvin,
Man Eating Sloth,
Monolake,
Slave,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Con Funk Shun,
Q and Not U,
Half Japanese,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pylon,
Susan Cadogan,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
Franke,
The Monochrome Set,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
La Düsseldorf,
John Holt,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sister Nancy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
X-102,
Sound Behaviour,
Leonard Cohen,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
The Doors,
Lindisfarne,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Tres Demented,
The Raincoats,
MC5,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
Harmonia,
Vladislav Delay,
The Blues Magoos,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
Ice-T,
Tears for Fears,
The Toasters,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.