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 Belarus and from Copenhagen.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Marc Almond to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Popol Vuh. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Charles Mingus,
The Associates,
The Martian,
Joyce Sims,
Wasted Youth,
Boredoms,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Robert Hood,
Minor Threat,
Crooked Eye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scrapy,
Flamin' Groovies,
Slick Rick,
Pylon,
Moby Grape,
Joy Division,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scion,
Qualms,
Davy DMX,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Johnny Osbourne,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
LL Cool J,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Invisible,
Sam Rivers,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
The Offenders,
Hardrive,
Sister Nancy,
Motorama,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Kayak,
The Monochrome Set,
The Trojans,
Bob Dylan,
Wire,
Moss Icon,
Sun City Girls,
The Move,
Althea and Donna,
UT,
Clear Light,
The Sonics,
The Grass Roots,
Bluetip,
Aaron Thompson,
Fugazi,
Franke,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Pagans,
Rekid,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pantaleimon,
The Residents,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.