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 United States and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the guitar 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 FM Einheit to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Section 25,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
The Star Department,
Soul II Soul,
ABBA,
Desert Stars,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nico,
Delta 5,
Archie Shepp,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Slits,
The Red Krayola,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Skriet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fatback Band,
The Angels of Light,
Jeru the Damaja,
Scan 7,
Mark Hollis,
Sex Pistols,
Quando Quango,
Dorothy Ashby,
Youth Brigade,
Boredoms,
Marc Almond,
Terry Callier,
Scion,
The Residents,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Soft Cell,
Underground Resistance,
Oneida,
Derrick Morgan,
Yazoo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Warren Ellis,
Black Bananas,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Evens,
The Gun Club,
B.T. Express,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Motorama,
the Association,
The Busters,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brand Nubian,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sun City Girls,
John Lydon,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.