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 Korea North and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Loose Ends to the techno 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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blake Baxter,
AZ,
Ronan,
Black Pus,
June Days,
The Cowsills,
Tim Buckley,
The Cramps,
The Move,
Cheater Slicks,
Skaos,
A Certain Ratio,
Brick,
Essential Logic,
The Slits,
Cybotron,
Ice-T,
the Soft Cell,
Judy Mowatt,
June of 44,
Bad Manners,
H. Thieme,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joyce Sims,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Royal Trux,
Oblivians,
Massinfluence,
The Angels of Light,
Joensuu 1685,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doobie Brothers,
Idris Muhammad,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
Hardrive,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ralphi Rosario,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
X-102,
Peter and Kerry,
Nation of Ulysses,
Swans,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
One Last Wish,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Jacques Brel,
Marmalade,
The Five Americans,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Depeche Mode,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan, Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan.
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.