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 Georgia and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Smog to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Beasts of Bourbon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scratch Acid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fela Kuti,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Banda Bassotti,
Supertramp,
Stetsasonic,
Sonny Sharrock,
These Immortal Souls,
Von Mondo,
Underground Resistance,
T.S.O.L.,
Pulsallama,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
New Order,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Bar-Kays,
The Fire Engines,
Con Funk Shun,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Shoche,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Dead C,
The Smoke,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Slits,
Black Pus,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Human League,
Fear,
Ronan,
Saccharine Trust,
Camouflage,
Sam Rivers,
Suicide,
Skarface,
The Five Americans,
The Dirtbombs,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jacob Miller,
Patti Smith,
Jesper Dahlback,
Television Personalities,
Main Source,
Matthew Halsall,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
KRS-One,
X-101,
Soulsonic Force,
Japan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Arcadia,
Angry Samoans,
Fatback Band,
David McCallum,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.