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 Belarus and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1970.
I was there at the first Onyeabor show in Enugu.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Lou Reed 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the rock 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vladislav Delay record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Divine Comedy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Gun Club,
Kas Product,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Foxx,
Kaleidoscope,
Scion,
Maleditus Sound,
Marmalade,
Sonny Sharrock,
Chris & Cosey,
Pylon,
Q and Not U,
Eric Dolphy,
Roxy Music,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Warren Ellis,
Siglo XX,
Ultimate Spinach,
R.M.O.,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Age Steppers,
The Durutti Column,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
T. Rex,
The Fall,
Duran Duran,
Bill Near,
Bobby Womack,
Prince Buster,
Public Enemy,
DJ Style,
Niagra,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Nik Kershaw,
Lyres,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Young Rascals,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Music Machine,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Talk Talk,
Judy Mowatt,
The Sound,
Hoover,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
JFA,
Massinfluence,
Barrington Levy,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
Pulsallama,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Con Funk Shun,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.