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 Cuba and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Masters at Work to the techno 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 Chrome. All the underground hits.
All Roger Hodgson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every China Crisis 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bob Dylan,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
The Beau Brummels,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sparks,
Anthony Braxton,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Toasters,
Bang On A Can,
James White and The Blacks,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
The Residents,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Dave Gahan,
The Remains,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Aural Exciters,
Whodini,
Slick Rick,
Rod Modell,
Sällskapet,
The Velvet Underground,
Lakeside,
Tropical Tobacco,
Man Parrish,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fugs,
Quando Quango,
Model 500,
kango's stein massive,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Country Teasers,
Ponytail,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pierre Henry,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rites of Spring,
cv313,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric B and Rakim,
Howard Jones,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Busters,
The Raincoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
James Chance & The Contortions,
X-Ray Spex,
Iggy Pop,
Sonny Sharrock,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.