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 Lebanon and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 808 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 The Smiths to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Qualms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Litter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
ABBA,
Liliput,
Can,
Sandy B,
Fela Kuti,
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Mummies,
Iggy Pop,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Susan Cadogan,
Lou Christie,
Joensuu 1685,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Holt,
Drexciya,
the Fania All-Stars,
LL Cool J,
Isaac Hayes,
Pylon,
The Wake,
Wally Richardson,
Wire,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Trojans,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
X-102,
Crooked Eye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Popol Vuh,
The Moleskins,
Chris & Cosey,
Stiv Bators,
The Modern Lovers,
Ituana,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
The Angels of Light,
Sonny Sharrock,
Au Pairs,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Depeche Mode,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Michelle Simonal,
Eve St. Jones,
Andrew Hill,
Buzzcocks,
Sister Nancy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Carl Craig,
Jandek,
Procol Harum,
The American Breed,
Bootsy Collins,
Don Cherry,
The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators, The Gladiators.
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.