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 Vietnam and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 The Mojo Men to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Iggy Pop. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s 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 F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
The Last Poets,
Yaz,
Mark Hollis,
Stetsasonic,
Excepter,
Ohio Players,
Marmalade,
Sparks,
Basic Channel,
Silicon Teens,
Sunsets and Hearts,
PIL,
X-102,
MDC,
Roger Hodgson,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
Neu!,
China Crisis,
Peter & Gordon,
Cymande,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Idris Muhammad,
Junior Murvin,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Frankie Knuckles,
Absolute Body Control,
Aural Exciters,
The Fortunes,
Maleditus Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Q65,
The Angels of Light,
Sixth Finger,
Amon Düül II,
Sun Ra,
the Swans,
Pylon,
Thee Headcoats,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Josef K,
Livin' Joy,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ludus,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Cramps,
Patti Smith,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
The Star Department,
Alphaville,
The Young Rascals,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.