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 Burundi and from Bremen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Kool Moe Dee to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arcadia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camouflage record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Soft Cell,
Bang On A Can,
A Certain Ratio,
Matthew Bourne,
UT,
The Mojo Men,
Throbbing Gristle,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boogie Down Productions,
Delta 5,
The United States of America,
Jerry's Kids,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
The Seeds,
Matthew Halsall,
Half Japanese,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Little Man,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Durutti Column,
Scrapy,
Hardrive,
the Human League,
DNA,
Kerri Chandler,
Iggy Pop,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Lalann,
Model 500,
Tubeway Army,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Ken Boothe,
Archie Shepp,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Urselle,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Crime,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
Sound Behaviour,
Freddie Wadling,
Sonic Youth,
Neu!,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Walker Brothers,
In Retrospect,
Fear,
the Bar-Kays,
Ossler,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Christie,
Monks,
Surgeon,
The Names,
Faust,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.