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 Montenegro and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Kaleidoscope to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 David McCallum. All the underground hits.
All Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five 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 an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stiv Bators,
The Smiths,
Tommy Roe,
Crime,
Scratch Acid,
The Names,
Sixth Finger,
Joy Division,
New Age Steppers,
The Index,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
John Cale,
Boredoms,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Radiopuhelimet,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wings,
Neu!,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Residents,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tropical Tobacco,
Sällskapet,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Young Rascals,
Bronski Beat,
Eli Mardock,
The Star Department,
The Seeds,
Junior Murvin,
Gil Scott Heron,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Janne Schatter,
Tubeway Army,
OOIOO,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ice-T,
Smog,
The Moleskins,
Sam Rivers,
Susan Cadogan,
Minor Threat,
John Coltrane,
The Neon Judgement,
Sound Behaviour,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark, Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark.
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.