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 Guyana and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Camouflage to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Soul II Soul,
Joe Smooth,
Siglo XX,
the Association,
Aural Exciters,
Robert Wyatt,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Scrapy,
Marvin Gaye,
DNA,
Eurythmics,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ten City,
Monks,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Sonic Youth,
Liliput,
Country Teasers,
The Motions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Second Layer,
X-Ray Spex,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Steve Hackett,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
Rotary Connection,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Amon Düül II,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The New Christs,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Bluetip,
D'Angelo,
Hardrive,
Marcia Griffiths,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Cymande,
The Zeros,
The Standells,
Matthew Bourne,
Yazoo,
The Evens,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Hoover,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Fat Boys,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The American Breed,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.