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 Nepal and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 It's A Beautiful Day to the crunk 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Godley & Creme,
Can,
Technova,
The Slackers,
Cybotron,
Magma,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Avey Tare,
Man Eating Sloth,
Warsaw,
Section 25,
F. McDonald,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nas,
Andrew Hill,
Radiopuhelimet,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Isaac Hayes,
the Soft Cell,
Yusef Lateef,
Supertramp,
Harry Pussy,
Ludus,
John Foxx,
Colin Newman,
Clear Light,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Wasted Youth,
Lightning Bolt,
Oneida,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
Grandmaster Flash,
Sugar Minott,
The Mojo Men,
David McCallum,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Velvet Underground,
Sound Behaviour,
Sixth Finger,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Moebius,
The Last Poets,
Flamin' Groovies,
Sarah Menescal,
The Residents,
the Human League,
John Holt,
PIL,
Warren Ellis,
Pierre Henry,
A Certain Ratio,
Cymande,
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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.