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 Ukraine and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 snare 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 UT to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Junior Murvin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rufus Thomas,
Jesper Dahlback,
Charles Mingus,
The Smoke,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
John Holt,
The Techniques,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Dave Gahan,
Accadde A,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Theoretical Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Sound Behaviour,
Siglo XX,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Circle Jerks,
China Crisis,
Andrew Hill,
The Blackbyrds,
Duran Duran,
Alphaville,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Banda Bassotti,
Joy Division,
Avey Tare,
Bob Dylan,
Scan 7,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
The Velvet Underground,
Guru Guru,
the Bar-Kays,
Frankie Knuckles,
Davy DMX,
The Birthday Party,
Blossom Toes,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
The Toasters,
Hoover,
Symarip,
Boz Scaggs,
Scientists,
Livin' Joy,
Jeff Mills,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.