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 the UAE and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grime 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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tres Demented,
Deadbeat,
Tomorrow,
Monolake,
MC5,
The Trojans,
Bluetip,
Flash Fearless,
Rites of Spring,
Camberwell Now,
Mantronix,
The Raincoats,
The Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Procol Harum,
James White and The Blacks,
The Stooges,
Gong,
The Knickerbockers,
Charles Mingus,
Eric Copeland,
Scrapy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Velvet Underground,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharoah Sanders,
L. Decosne,
10cc,
The Beau Brummels,
The Real Kids,
The Pretty Things,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Scott Walker,
Grey Daturas,
Chris & Cosey,
Hot Snakes,
The Fuzztones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Circle Jerks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Joey Negro,
Dead Boys,
Rhythm & Sound,
CMW,
Thee Headcoats,
Minutemen,
Television,
Gang Starr,
The Litter,
Pussy Galore,
Radio Birdman,
Byron Stingily,
Angry Samoans,
Sex Pistols,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.