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 New Zealand and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the rap 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Make Up,
Arthur Verocai,
Faust,
Von Mondo,
Moby Grape,
Niagra,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aaron Thompson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sun City Girls,
H. Thieme,
Juan Atkins,
Marcia Griffiths,
Eli Mardock,
Magma,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Quando Quango,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Kerri Chandler,
Porter Ricks,
The Durutti Column,
Zero Boys,
Gabor Szabo,
Quantec,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
Colin Newman,
Deadbeat,
Unwound,
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Bluetip,
Parry Music,
Kenny Larkin,
a-ha,
The Blues Magoos,
the Slits,
Audionom,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
B.T. Express,
Skriet,
Soft Machine,
Jacques Brel,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The New Christs,
Glenn Branca,
The Motions,
Dave Gahan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Victims,
cv313,
Ultimate Spinach,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Chris & Cosey,
Lakeside,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.