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 Thailand and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Pulsallama to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Japan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Last Poets record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Excepter,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
Camberwell Now,
Metal Thangz,
Man Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Accadde A,
It's A Beautiful Day,
EPMD,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pantytec,
Sister Nancy,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Germs,
Sarah Menescal,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Maleditus Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crime,
the Soft Cell,
Ultra Naté,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Monks,
Heaven 17,
Scott Walker,
Ossler,
Neil Young,
Jawbox,
Susan Cadogan,
Faraquet,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Todd Terry,
Black Sheep,
The Offenders,
Country Teasers,
Althea and Donna,
Tommy Roe,
Sonic Youth,
The Blues Magoos,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Panda Bear,
La Düsseldorf,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
Minutemen,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lakeside,
Darondo,
The Angels of Light,
Mandrill,
Easy Going,
Television,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.