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 Vietnam and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Pussy Galore to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cal Tjader. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alton Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ossler,
Dennis Brown,
John Cale,
Franke,
The Invisible,
Organ,
the Soft Cell,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mark Hollis,
U.S. Maple,
Robert Görl,
DJ Sneak,
Sound Behaviour,
Amazonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sam Rivers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
The Standells,
Fela Kuti,
The Evens,
The Slits,
Dual Sessions,
JFA,
cv313,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Lee Hazlewood,
Albert Ayler,
The American Breed,
The Walker Brothers,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
The Red Krayola,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radio Birdman,
The Fall,
Slave,
The Electric Prunes,
The Cramps,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rufus Thomas,
Joe Finger,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Nils Olav,
Reagan Youth,
Iggy Pop,
The Human League,
Smog,
John Lydon,
Unrelated Segments,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.