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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Donald Fagen 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 Yazoo to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lakeside 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pop Group record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Niagra,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Slits,
Dennis Brown,
FM Einheit,
Mantronix,
PIL,
The Buckinghams,
John Lydon,
Laurel Aitken,
Alton Ellis,
JFA,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Dead C,
Outsiders,
Cybotron,
Inner City,
Yusef Lateef,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sonny Sharrock,
Zapp,
The Motions,
Pierre Henry,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Raincoats,
Marc Almond,
La Düsseldorf,
Dawn Penn,
The Five Americans,
Livin' Joy,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
David McCallum,
Pantaleimon,
Silicon Teens,
Aural Exciters,
Albert Ayler,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Soft Machine,
Nirvana,
Lou Christie,
Circle Jerks,
David Axelrod,
Bronski Beat,
Lee Hazlewood,
Faust,
Aaron Thompson,
Aswad,
Pantytec,
Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
MC5,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
Pole,
Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus, Bauhaus.
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.