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 Ivory Coast and from Salvador.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Agitation Free to the electroclash 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joey Negro record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin 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?
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Technova,
Arab on Radar,
Depeche Mode,
Bizarre Inc.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Infiniti,
Marc Almond,
Marmalade,
The Dirtbombs,
Funkadelic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Franke,
UT,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Stooges,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Supertramp,
Vainqueur,
Robert Wyatt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Heaven 17,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mantronix,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Eli Mardock,
Unwound,
Minnie Riperton,
The Five Americans,
Sparks,
Buzzcocks,
Joe Finger,
Swans,
Gregory Isaacs,
Minny Pops,
U.S. Maple,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Wasted Youth,
Amazonics,
The Selecter,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Urselle,
Wire,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Human League,
Roger Hodgson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Slits,
The Wake,
the Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
The Young Rascals,
Terrestrial Tones,
Laurel Aitken,
Sex Pistols,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Morten Harket,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.