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 Bolivia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Judy Mowatt to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Stetsasonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Bobby Sherman,
The Tremeloes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Alton Ellis,
Nirvana,
The Dirtbombs,
Silicon Teens,
Stereo Dub,
Arab on Radar,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Angry Samoans,
The Victims,
Toni Rubio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Angels of Light,
Robert Hood,
New Order,
Gang Green,
La Düsseldorf,
Yellowson,
Yaz,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
One Last Wish,
Dave Gahan,
The American Breed,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tres Demented,
Piero Umiliani,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Bootsy Collins,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
Morten Harket,
Model 500,
The Young Rascals,
Outsiders,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Faust,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Count Five,
X-101,
the Normal,
Boredoms,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.