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 Liberia and from Edmonton.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 John Lydon to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Television,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Johnny Clarke,
June of 44,
Talk Talk,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Excepter,
Procol Harum,
Ralphi Rosario,
Icehouse,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Wire,
Freddie Wadling,
One Last Wish,
The Birthday Party,
Girls At Our Best!,
Minnie Riperton,
Rites of Spring,
World's Most,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Robert Hood,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scan 7,
Mary Jane Girls,
Au Pairs,
Bush Tetras,
Yaz,
Max Romeo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Unwound,
Second Layer,
Moss Icon,
Joey Negro,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dave Gahan,
Sun Ra,
Al Stewart,
the Sonics,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Young Marble Giants,
Roxy Music,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
OOIOO,
The Mummies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lindisfarne,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Country Teasers,
Schoolly D,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
The Fortunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Archie Shepp,
Wally Richardson,
Aaron Thompson,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.