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 Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Shanghai.
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 arpeggiator 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 John Holt to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All China Crisis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Minor Threat,
Nik Kershaw,
Rites of Spring,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Smiths,
Stetsasonic,
Kevin Saunderson,
Easy Going,
Pantytec,
Bobby Byrd,
Nico,
Juan Atkins,
The Misunderstood,
Icehouse,
Andrew Hill,
The Velvet Underground,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Angry Samoans,
The Fire Engines,
ABC,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Monks,
Newcleus,
The American Breed,
Eric Copeland,
Archie Shepp,
Hoover,
The Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
Cymande,
The Blackbyrds,
Davy DMX,
Outsiders,
The Gladiators,
Can,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Names,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rakim,
Skarface,
Crime,
The Sonics,
Flamin' Groovies,
Underground Resistance,
UT,
The Durutti Column,
Cybotron,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sexual Harrassment,
Unrelated Segments,
8 Eyed Spy,
Minny Pops,
The Blues Magoos,
Don Cherry,
Bad Manners,
Wolf Eyes,
10cc,
Godley & Creme,
Junior Murvin,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.