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 Tanzania and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Popol Vuh to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch. All the underground hits.
All Blake Baxter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stiv Bators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Drive Like Jehu,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Beau Brummels,
Cal Tjader,
John Cale,
Niagra,
Isaac Hayes,
Neil Young,
Nico,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Carl Craig,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
DJ Sneak,
Sällskapet,
The Gladiators,
Arthur Verocai,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Banda Bassotti,
David Bowie,
Joey Negro,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
PIL,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Cell,
Yazoo,
The Dirtbombs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Darondo,
Crash Course in Science,
Sister Nancy,
Hoover,
Godley & Creme,
Byron Stingily,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Soulsonic Force,
Cymande,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erykah Badu,
Bluetip,
Inner City,
Nas,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DNA,
Leonard Cohen,
China Crisis,
Kurtis Blow,
Stereo Dub,
Main Source,
Rekid,
Tropical Tobacco,
La Düsseldorf,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.