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 Bhutan and from Lyon.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Inner City to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aswad 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Porter Ricks,
The Offenders,
Marc Almond,
Tears for Fears,
Graham Central Station,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Wire,
The Birthday Party,
Donald Byrd,
The Red Krayola,
Girls At Our Best!,
Drexciya,
Yellowson,
JFA,
Q and Not U,
Brass Construction,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Invisible,
Curtis Mayfield,
Yazoo,
Organ,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aswad,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
The Evens,
Lindisfarne,
Piero Umiliani,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
DJ Style,
48th St. Collective,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sight & Sound,
Darondo,
Arab on Radar,
Arthur Verocai,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
Visage,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Eddi Front,
Deakin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Cowsills,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Fat Boys,
Banda Bassotti,
The Martian,
Qualms,
Marmalade,
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Erykah Badu,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.