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 Ethiopia and from Calgary.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Womack tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mars,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Guru Guru,
Groovy Waters,
Rod Modell,
Harpers Bizarre,
a-ha,
Drexciya,
Aloha Tigers,
The Pop Group,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Connie Case,
Clear Light,
The Young Rascals,
X-101,
Babytalk,
OOIOO,
Hashim,
The Monks,
Cameo,
Derrick Morgan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Agitation Free,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wasted Youth,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
Josef K,
Wings,
Faust,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Dorothy Ashby,
Little Man,
Minnie Riperton,
The American Breed,
Absolute Body Control,
Mandrill,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Stockholm Monsters,
cv313,
Subhumans,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
The Offenders,
Slave,
The Sonics,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Camouflage,
Black Moon,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.