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 Iraq and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Johnny Osbourne to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy Collins,
Blake Baxter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Deepchord,
The Golliwogs,
Harry Pussy,
Joy Division,
Flash Fearless,
In Retrospect,
The Last Poets,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Depeche Mode,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Crash Course in Science,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blackbyrds,
The Invisible,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick May,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Young Rascals,
Bobby Sherman,
Heaven 17,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
The Sound,
Michelle Simonal,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Leaves,
Gabor Szabo,
Mars,
U.S. Maple,
Mad Mike,
kango's stein massive,
The Remains,
The United States of America,
Bad Manners,
Morten Harket,
10cc,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lalann,
Porter Ricks,
Sarah Menescal,
Rakim,
Ornette Coleman,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Alison Limerick,
The Neon Judgement,
Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne, Matthew Bourne.
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.