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 Eritrea and from Bremen.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Soft Cell to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Japan,
Lightning Bolt,
Supertramp,
Fluxion,
Fatback Band,
Mantronix,
Robert Görl,
Lou Christie,
the Human League,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
L. Decosne,
Bob Dylan,
Black Bananas,
Bootsy Collins,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Aural Exciters,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
The Dirtbombs,
Sonic Youth,
Shoche,
Man Eating Sloth,
Cal Tjader,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Dave Clark Five,
Aswad,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
Flash Fearless,
Joe Finger,
Television Personalities,
Niagra,
Kaleidoscope,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cameo,
Popol Vuh,
Amazonics,
The Slits,
ABBA,
Pussy Galore,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
The Selecter,
Quantec,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dual Sessions,
Tommy Roe,
Maurizio,
Section 25,
The Toasters,
Toni Rubio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Talk Talk,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Magma, Magma, Magma, Magma.
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.