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 Afghanistan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft to the dance 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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Ronnie Foster,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Grauzone,
Dead Boys,
The Human League,
Soul II Soul,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
X-Ray Spex,
Marc Almond,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ossler,
The Dirtbombs,
Warsaw,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
Charles Mingus,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Joensuu 1685,
the Swans,
Juan Atkins,
Junior Murvin,
Pole,
Skaos,
The Cramps,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The J.B.'s,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Danielle Patucci,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Ronan,
Wasted Youth,
The Music Machine,
Aural Exciters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Matthew Bourne,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott Heron,
the Normal,
Bauhaus,
Black Flag,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Halsall,
T. Rex,
Gichy Dan,
Arthur Verocai,
Trumans Water,
Vainqueur,
The Gun Club,
Model 500,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Audionom,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.