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 Estonia and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Holger Czukay 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 Pantytec to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb 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 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Derrick Morgan,
The Dirtbombs,
Fad Gadget,
Michelle Simonal,
Kurtis Blow,
Ohio Players,
Robert Wyatt,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Grass Roots,
Kool Moe Dee,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Count Five,
David McCallum,
the Normal,
Black Sheep,
B.T. Express,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Pretty Things,
Warren Ellis,
Gong,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Little Man,
The Five Americans,
The Divine Comedy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
Sister Nancy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bill Wells,
Camouflage,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Unrelated Segments,
Rufus Thomas,
Theoretical Girls,
Byron Stingily,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lou Reed,
Television Personalities,
The Knickerbockers,
Wally Richardson,
Minnie Riperton,
Smog,
Whodini,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Agitation Free,
Brand Nubian,
Public Enemy,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
Buzzcocks,
Erykah Badu,
The Toasters,
The Fortunes,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.