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 Kenya and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 spring reverb 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 U.S. Maple to the disco 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Glenn Branca,
Zero Boys,
Main Source,
Arab on Radar,
Matthew Bourne,
Boz Scaggs,
Big Daddy Kane,
a-ha,
JFA,
Q65,
Rod Modell,
Groovy Waters,
Josef K,
The Golliwogs,
Connie Case,
Siglo XX,
Crime,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Youth Brigade,
cv313,
Reagan Youth,
June of 44,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Sexual Harrassment,
Crooked Eye,
Qualms,
X-101,
Gastr Del Sol,
Bobby Sherman,
John Foxx,
La Düsseldorf,
Niagra,
June Days,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Man Parrish,
Charles Mingus,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Christie,
Sällskapet,
OOIOO,
Ultra Naté,
Sonny Sharrock,
Traffic Nightmare,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
EPMD,
Amazonics,
Radiopuhelimet,
Bill Wells,
Alphaville,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Bluetip,
Quando Quango,
Urselle,
Saccharine Trust,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine, Major Organ And The Adding Machine.
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.