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 East Timor and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ 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 The Cowsills to the techno 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Richard Hell and the Voidoids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fire Engines,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Tears for Fears,
Scan 7,
Quantec,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Dirtbombs,
Jerry's Kids,
Dave Gahan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
The Music Machine,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
Soft Machine,
The Index,
AZ,
Barry Ungar,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Yellowson,
The Saints,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Pantytec,
Unwound,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeff Mills,
Make Up,
UT,
Buzzcocks,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jacob Miller,
Agent Orange,
Sister Nancy,
Inner City,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Knickerbockers,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Angels of Light,
The Fuzztones,
Gregory Isaacs,
Talk Talk,
Nils Olav,
The Star Department,
Dennis Brown,
The Flesh Eaters,
Con Funk Shun,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Halsall,
Depeche Mode,
Sun Ra,
Dawn Penn,
The Busters,
Scratch Acid,
This Heat,
Reuben Wilson,
Todd Rundgren,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.