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 Haiti and from Columbus.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Youth Brigade to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
One Last Wish,
Oneida,
Royal Trux,
Smog,
The Wake,
Hardrive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Blancmange,
Maurizio,
Yaz,
Public Enemy,
Sugar Minott,
Kenny Larkin,
Eddi Front,
The Music Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Joe Smooth,
Schoolly D,
Alphaville,
Arthur Verocai,
Maleditus Sound,
Sight & Sound,
Siglo XX,
Joensuu 1685,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
New Order,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Pulsallama,
The Martian,
Godley & Creme,
The Busters,
Soulsonic Force,
Flipper,
Parry Music,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Robert Wyatt,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lou Reed,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Inner City,
Camberwell Now,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Mission of Burma,
Popol Vuh,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Judy Mowatt,
The Misunderstood,
Bobby Womack,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Dead C,
PIL,
Cymande,
Jandek,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Pantytec,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.