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 Turkmenistan and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the grime 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Inner City,
Ponytail,
Darondo,
Dual Sessions,
Spandau Ballet,
Alison Limerick,
China Crisis,
Angry Samoans,
The Remains,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators,
OOIOO,
Gregory Isaacs,
Dark Day,
Essential Logic,
F. McDonald,
Swell Maps,
Colin Newman,
Albert Ayler,
Leonard Cohen,
Man Eating Sloth,
New Order,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Cell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mission of Burma,
Spoonie Gee,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Roxette,
Whodini,
Henry Cow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Parry Music,
Cheater Slicks,
Motorama,
Marine Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lungfish,
Unwound,
The Moody Blues,
Mark Hollis,
Delon & Dalcan,
DJ Sneak,
Avey Tare,
The Detroit Cobras,
Franke,
Symarip,
CMW,
Kayak,
Arab on Radar,
Q65,
The Cramps,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.