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 Poland and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Anakelly to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Arthur Verocai,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Malaria!,
Soul II Soul,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Starr,
Letta Mbulu,
Black Bananas,
Marvin Gaye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Can,
Marine Girls,
The J.B.'s,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Happenings,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Terry,
Rites of Spring,
Skriet,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Busters,
Erykah Badu,
Lucky Dragons,
Ponytail,
Das Ding,
Camouflage,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
X-Ray Spex,
The Divine Comedy,
a-ha,
Harry Pussy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Cramps,
the Germs,
Television,
New Age Steppers,
Jeru the Damaja,
Banda Bassotti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
The Martian,
Archie Shepp,
The Stooges,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Au Pairs,
Sam Rivers,
KRS-One,
The Dirtbombs,
Flipper,
Lyres,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.