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 Tuvalu and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Pulsallama to the crunk 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All Black Pus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Surgeon,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Pantytec,
Bill Near,
Procol Harum,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sex Pistols,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Sparks,
H. Thieme,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lakeside,
Idris Muhammad,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sarah Menescal,
The Raincoats,
Soulsonic Force,
The Mojo Men,
Schoolly D,
Anthony Braxton,
Amon Düül,
X-101,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
cv313,
Matthew Bourne,
Howard Jones,
The American Breed,
Intrusion,
Inner City,
Roxy Music,
the Sonics,
Cecil Taylor,
La Düsseldorf,
UT,
Cybotron,
James White and The Blacks,
48th St. Collective,
Wings,
Byron Stingily,
Ten City,
Maleditus Sound,
10cc,
Technova,
The Toasters,
Nick Fraelich,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.