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 Belgium 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Drexciya to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Nas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bush Tetras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
DJ Sneak,
Maleditus Sound,
The Neon Judgement,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Icehouse,
Scan 7,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Brothers Johnson,
Thee Headcoats,
Lou Christie,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Max Romeo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Black Flag,
Spandau Ballet,
Darondo,
Blancmange,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Saints,
The Walker Brothers,
Mo-Dettes,
Idris Muhammad,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Livin' Joy,
Roger Hodgson,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gabor Szabo,
Circle Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Gang Starr,
The Standells,
Gang of Four,
Surgeon,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
The Electric Prunes,
Organ,
Black Bananas,
Nils Olav,
Flash Fearless,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Soft Machine,
Barrington Levy,
The Litter,
Clear Light,
Bill Wells,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Saccharine Trust,
The Sound,
The Raincoats,
Visage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.