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 Brazil and from Houston.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 A Certain Ratio to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Bauhaus. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Carl Craig 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin 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 harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Pole,
Glambeats Corp.,
Aural Exciters,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Move,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Organ,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Interpol,
Mars,
Magazine,
The Cowsills,
Hardrive,
Don Cherry,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
LL Cool J,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pagans,
Cymande,
Rotary Connection,
The New Christs,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rufus Thomas,
Erykah Badu,
Sound Behaviour,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Blues Magoos,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
Lalann,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Boredoms,
cv313,
Tommy Roe,
In Retrospect,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Flesh Eaters,
Supertramp,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Whodini,
Fluxion,
Mo-Dettes,
Amon Düül II,
Shuggie Otis,
The Young Rascals,
X-Ray Spex,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Henry Cow,
Tres Demented,
Grandmaster Flash,
Simply Red,
Bluetip,
Mary Jane Girls,
Amon Düül,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.