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 the UAE and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Walker Brothers to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blancmange. All the underground hits.
All The Red Krayola tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Wells 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
New Order,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Tim Buckley,
The Sound,
Crash Course in Science,
Yazoo,
The Skatalites,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wally Richardson,
Black Sheep,
Alice Coltrane,
Nik Kershaw,
Girls At Our Best!,
Duran Duran,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
The Gun Club,
The Modern Lovers,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Neu!,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Alton Ellis,
Faust,
Pierre Henry,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
H. Thieme,
Laurel Aitken,
The Pop Group,
Surgeon,
Archie Shepp,
Fluxion,
Stiv Bators,
Aural Exciters,
Joey Negro,
Simply Red,
Lower 48,
Moby Grape,
The Star Department,
LL Cool J,
Donald Byrd,
Arab on Radar,
Stetsasonic,
Gang of Four,
The Smoke,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Section 25,
Bauhaus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
FM Einheit,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
the Human League,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.