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 Seychelles and from Copenhagen.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bologna.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 The Cosmic Jokers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Cybotron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Warren Ellis,
Joe Finger,
Reagan Youth,
Interpol,
Don Cherry,
Ituana,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Minny Pops,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Smog,
Hasil Adkins,
Wasted Youth,
The Names,
Suicide,
The Monochrome Set,
Sight & Sound,
JFA,
The Mummies,
Pantaleimon,
Jerry's Kids,
Drive Like Jehu,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Bad Manners,
The Velvet Underground,
Moebius,
Das Ding,
Electric Prunes,
Rakim,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Fire Engines,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Todd Terry,
Desert Stars,
Con Funk Shun,
Colin Newman,
Roy Ayers,
The Grass Roots,
Janne Schatter,
Eve St. Jones,
Liliput,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jawbox,
Wire,
New Order,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Amon Düül II,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
the Sonics,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ten City,
Mr. Review,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deadbeat,
The Fuzztones,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Babytalk,
The Slackers,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.