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 Brunei and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Jerry's Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Larry & the Blue Notes. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yazoo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Bootsy Collins,
Massinfluence,
Stetsasonic,
The Saints,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
The Names,
Easy Going,
Minor Threat,
Slave,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gang Green,
These Immortal Souls,
Aaron Thompson,
Cybotron,
Davy DMX,
Skriet,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grey Daturas,
The Divine Comedy,
June Days,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Pretty Things,
The Star Department,
Ice-T,
Harry Pussy,
Circle Jerks,
Hasil Adkins,
Eric Copeland,
Kayak,
Zero Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Tears for Fears,
The Young Rascals,
Pantaleimon,
Kerri Chandler,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Judy Mowatt,
CMW,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Scion,
Ten City,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Shoche,
the Sonics,
The Modern Lovers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Sight & Sound,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Quando Quango,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
D'Angelo,
Quadrant,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.