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 Malaysia and from Johannesburg.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Henry Cow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Hot Snakes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Pet Shop Boys,
Cameo,
Bill Near,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Dennis Brown,
The Saints,
Wally Richardson,
Johnny Clarke,
Marmalade,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heaven 17,
Tom Boy,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Tubeway Army,
Lungfish,
Lucky Dragons,
Jeff Lynne,
Patti Smith,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Albert Ayler,
Spandau Ballet,
The Red Krayola,
Shoche,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Aswad,
Little Man,
Bluetip,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Deadbeat,
Ronan,
Darondo,
B.T. Express,
Matthew Halsall,
Agitation Free,
Idris Muhammad,
Mars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Brick,
Radiohead,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-102,
Black Flag,
Eric B and Rakim,
Japan,
The Last Poets,
the Association,
Eli Mardock,
Brand Nubian,
Panda Bear,
The Trojans,
Gang Gang Dance,
D'Angelo,
Ossler, Ossler, Ossler, Ossler.
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.