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 Monaco and from Shanghai.
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 Glasgow and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Eden Ahbez to the techno 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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Erasure,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
JFA,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pantytec,
Marcia Griffiths,
Sparks,
Yaz,
Fat Boys,
Ultimate Spinach,
Easy Going,
F. McDonald,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
48th St. Collective,
Trumans Water,
Cecil Taylor,
Judy Mowatt,
Minny Pops,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marshall Jefferson,
Gichy Dan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Victims,
Skriet,
Joy Division,
The Golliwogs,
Amazonics,
Arab on Radar,
Archie Shepp,
Sight & Sound,
The Knickerbockers,
Hoover,
The Doors,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
The Human League,
Fifty Foot Hose,
X-Ray Spex,
The Techniques,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantaleimon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Skatalites,
Motorama,
X-102,
Niagra,
This Heat,
KRS-One,
Intrusion,
Graham Central Station,
Delta 5,
AZ,
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Aswad,
Circle Jerks,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.