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 Iraq and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Monks to the grime 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All The Angels of Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultra Naté record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sam Rivers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Carl Craig,
Kerrie Biddell,
Tim Buckley,
Bobby Byrd,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Procol Harum,
Parry Music,
Zero Boys,
Hoover,
Ludus,
Scrapy,
Alphaville,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Das Ding,
Yazoo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Basic Channel,
Urselle,
The Young Rascals,
Laurel Aitken,
Minny Pops,
Clear Light,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Red Krayola,
Byron Stingily,
Kayak,
Livin' Joy,
Mantronix,
Los Fastidios,
Arab on Radar,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sam Rivers,
Sixth Finger,
EPMD,
Curtis Mayfield,
E-Dancer,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Liliput,
Colin Newman,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
The Invisible,
Lebanon Hanover,
Morten Harket,
Flipper,
Bobby Sherman,
Young Marble Giants,
Panda Bear,
Tubeway Army,
X-101,
Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills, Jeff Mills.
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.