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 Uruguay and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 rhodes 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 Chris & Cosey to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Scratch Acid,
Sandy B,
The Flesh Eaters,
Tom Boy,
Matthew Bourne,
Yusef Lateef,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Roger Hodgson,
Ten City,
Animal Collective,
The Real Kids,
Moss Icon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Model 500,
the Swans,
John Holt,
ABBA,
Jawbox,
Guru Guru,
The Divine Comedy,
Tommy Roe,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
The Smiths,
Qualms,
The Alarm Clocks,
Traffic Nightmare,
Cameo,
The Cure,
Clear Light,
Vladislav Delay,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Black Dice,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Slackers,
Maleditus Sound,
Skaos,
Theoretical Girls,
Main Source,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Trojans,
Surgeon,
Lightning Bolt,
Bob Dylan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Rod Modell,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Dark Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
The Buckinghams,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.