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 Seychelles and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
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 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 David Bowie 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 Lungfish to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every LL Cool J 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Deadbeat,
Wasted Youth,
Dorothy Ashby,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pulsallama,
Gong,
Intrusion,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Bobby Byrd,
The Vogues,
Fluxion,
David Bowie,
Warsaw,
Drexciya,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nick Fraelich,
Laurel Aitken,
Curtis Mayfield,
Joensuu 1685,
Eurythmics,
Black Moon,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Last Poets,
Peter and Kerry,
Audionom,
The Techniques,
The Smoke,
Wire,
The Stooges,
Brothers Johnson,
Little Man,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Beau Brummels,
David Axelrod,
Depeche Mode,
Erykah Badu,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Black Bananas,
Boz Scaggs,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Sheep,
Cal Tjader,
KRS-One,
X-Ray Spex,
Altered Images,
Scratch Acid,
Average White Band,
Rapeman,
Qualms,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.