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 Malaysia 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Vaughan Mason & Crew. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Pylon,
The Mighty Diamonds,
X-102,
Soul II Soul,
Public Enemy,
Eli Mardock,
Slave,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ice-T,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lou Reed,
Drive Like Jehu,
Barbara Tucker,
Bad Manners,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Sound Behaviour,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ken Boothe,
One Last Wish,
The Last Poets,
Iggy Pop,
Brass Construction,
Boredoms,
Nirvana,
Matthew Bourne,
Mo-Dettes,
Mad Mike,
Henry Cow,
The Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Görl,
The Litter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cecil Taylor,
Andrew Hill,
Gastr Del Sol,
ABC,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Angels of Light,
ABBA,
Barry Ungar,
The Gap Band,
the Sonics,
Main Source,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Pop Group,
Ohio Players,
Isaac Hayes,
The Modern Lovers,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Chris & Cosey,
Erykah Badu,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet, Radiopuhelimet.
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.