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 Slovenia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lou Reed & John Cale to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thee Headcoats record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sound Behaviour,
The Monks,
The Grass Roots,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Audionom,
Matthew Bourne,
the Slits,
Eurythmics,
Carl Craig,
Talk Talk,
Sister Nancy,
The United States of America,
Barclay James Harvest,
Terry Callier,
Rod Modell,
Matthew Halsall,
Chrome,
Index,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Hashim,
Urselle,
The Stooges,
Slick Rick,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Dave Gahan,
Bluetip,
Kenny Larkin,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
The Black Dice,
Technova,
Ossler,
The New Christs,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Associates,
Monks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
Isaac Hayes,
Anakelly,
Rotary Connection,
The Move,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Mars,
Barrington Levy,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Dawn Penn,
Howard Jones,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Young Rascals,
Deadbeat,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Yazoo,
Don Cherry,
Fad Gadget,
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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.