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 Sierra Leone and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 organ 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 Drexciya to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Men They Couldn't Hang. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Loose Ends,
Ossler,
Masters at Work,
Panda Bear,
Pierre Henry,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Mojo Men,
Agent Orange,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arthur Verocai,
the Human League,
The Litter,
Organ,
Bauhaus,
The Raincoats,
The Doobie Brothers,
Chris & Cosey,
MDC,
Boz Scaggs,
Judy Mowatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Max Romeo,
Livin' Joy,
The Cramps,
L. Decosne,
Tomorrow,
Wally Richardson,
Saccharine Trust,
Letta Mbulu,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
cv313,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ohio Players,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Fat Boys,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
R.M.O.,
Los Fastidios,
Sight & Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Pylon,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deadbeat,
Echospace,
Popol Vuh,
Fluxion,
Carl Craig,
The Buckinghams,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Rites of Spring,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.