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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 guitar 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 Niagra to the jazz 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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
The Electric Prunes,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Real Kids,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ponytail,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Anakelly,
The Red Krayola,
Pagans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Kerri Chandler,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Todd Terry,
Moebius,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
The Durutti Column,
Flash Fearless,
Shuggie Otis,
PIL,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Funkadelic,
Unrelated Segments,
The Angels of Light,
New Order,
China Crisis,
Ten City,
Black Flag,
Kurtis Blow,
Mars,
Radiohead,
The Young Rascals,
Angry Samoans,
The Techniques,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Underground Resistance,
The Seeds,
Faust,
Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
T.S.O.L.,
Bad Manners,
Minnie Riperton,
John Cale,
Altered Images,
Spoonie Gee,
Davy DMX,
Rufus Thomas,
The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels, The Beau Brummels.
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.