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 Senegal and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Matthew Bourne to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fluxion. All the underground hits.
All Dorothy Ashby tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Juan Atkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Urselle,
Babytalk,
Quando Quango,
Faust,
Visage,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Silicon Teens,
Whodini,
Oblivians,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sexual Harrassment,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Adolescents,
Scott Walker,
Piero Umiliani,
Mantronix,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Human League,
FM Einheit,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Cecil Taylor,
Marshall Jefferson,
Alphaville,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
the Association,
Soul II Soul,
Minutemen,
Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soft Machine,
China Crisis,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gang Green,
Crime,
Ice-T,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Walker Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Anakelly,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Doobie Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dark Day,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yazoo,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Neon Judgement,
Jacob Miller,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.