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 Albania and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Jakarta.
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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the organ 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 Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Traffic Nightmare record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
New York Dolls,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
AZ,
Deadbeat,
Neu!,
Donny Hathaway,
The Gories,
Michelle Simonal,
Depeche Mode,
K-Klass,
Kevin Saunderson,
Roger Hodgson,
Slick Rick,
Gabor Szabo,
Section 25,
Liliput,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Loose Ends,
Symarip,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marine Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Icehouse,
Josef K,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
U.S. Maple,
Brand Nubian,
Lou Christie,
Rufus Thomas,
Stereo Dub,
Theoretical Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Cymande,
The Seeds,
Glenn Branca,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brick,
Electric Prunes,
Barry Ungar,
Ronan,
The Monks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Whodini,
Kerrie Biddell,
Neil Young,
Byron Stingily,
the Normal,
Black Moon,
Soul II Soul,
Half Japanese,
Boz Scaggs,
Clear Light,
Mark Hollis,
Ralphi Rosario,
Jandek,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.