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 Paraguay and from Seoul.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Paris.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Ice-T to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siglo XX 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liaisons Dangereuses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Matthew Halsall,
The Gun Club,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dave Gahan,
The Stooges,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Glambeats Corp.,
Chris & Cosey,
X-102,
Neil Young,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Marine Girls,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Terrestrial Tones,
Reagan Youth,
The Standells,
Camberwell Now,
Joe Smooth,
Vladislav Delay,
Pierre Henry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Soft Machine,
Talk Talk,
Bill Near,
The Slackers,
The Fire Engines,
The Martian,
Loose Ends,
David Bowie,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
The Associates,
The Monks,
Y Pants,
Crime,
The Fuzztones,
Sonic Youth,
Slick Rick,
Shoche,
The Buckinghams,
Glenn Branca,
The Techniques,
Kerrie Biddell,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Mars,
Basic Channel,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Cowsills,
Scion,
Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike, Mad Mike.
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.