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 Bolivia and from Bologna.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 808 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 Quando Quango to the jazz 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young,
Technova,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Walker Brothers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Freddie Wadling,
Dead Boys,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Searchers,
Warren Ellis,
Drive Like Jehu,
Guru Guru,
Alison Limerick,
X-Ray Spex,
the Fania All-Stars,
Model 500,
Half Japanese,
The Real Kids,
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Steve Hackett,
The Young Rascals,
Zero Boys,
Accadde A,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rekid,
Agent Orange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Spandau Ballet,
Bad Manners,
Adolescents,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Index,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Johnny Clarke,
Animal Collective,
Lightning Bolt,
The United States of America,
Robert Wyatt,
Amazonics,
Camberwell Now,
Graham Central Station,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Suicide,
Oneida,
Minor Threat,
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Arthur Verocai,
The Velvet Underground,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Womack,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Danielle Patucci,
Erasure,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Henry Cow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants, Y Pants.
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.