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 Mongolia and from Seoul.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Skriet to the grime 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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DNA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sixth Finger,
Aaron Thompson,
The Misunderstood,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Gories,
Soft Cell,
MDC,
Kevin Saunderson,
Magazine,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Prince Buster,
Barry Ungar,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
Smog,
Funkadelic,
The Fall,
the Normal,
The Blues Magoos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Buzzcocks,
T. Rex,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Hasil Adkins,
Moebius,
Steve Hackett,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Hoover,
June of 44,
Amon Düül II,
The Victims,
Massinfluence,
KRS-One,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pantytec,
Essential Logic,
Al Stewart,
Fluxion,
Los Fastidios,
Girls At Our Best!,
Cymande,
Pagans,
Television,
The American Breed,
Faust,
Avey Tare,
Silicon Teens,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
Circle Jerks,
Marc Almond,
Outsiders,
Tim Buckley,
Urselle,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Audionom,
The Remains,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
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.