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 Dominica and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 The Count Five to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Star Department record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
The Knickerbockers,
Silicon Teens,
Connie Case,
Neu!,
Johnny Clarke,
Warren Ellis,
Oneida,
Lebanon Hanover,
Can,
D'Angelo,
MC5,
Half Japanese,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Scrapy,
The Durutti Column,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lucky Dragons,
Rites of Spring,
Alice Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kas Product,
Dennis Brown,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Invisible,
John Lydon,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Piero Umiliani,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Monolake,
Shoche,
Soulsonic Force,
Panda Bear,
Newcleus,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Scott Walker,
Camouflage,
Brand Nubian,
Brass Construction,
Zero Boys,
Subhumans,
The Seeds,
Organ,
A Certain Ratio,
The Busters,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joe Smooth,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lungfish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Electric Prunes,
Interpol,
June of 44, June of 44, June of 44, June of 44.
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.