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 Japan and from Taipei.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Cameo to the dance 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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Throbbing Gristle tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Ultra Naté,
Faust,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Eli Mardock,
X-101,
Vainqueur,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Invisible,
EPMD,
E-Dancer,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Los Fastidios,
the Slits,
Dark Day,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Vogues,
MDC,
the Association,
Unwound,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
The Electric Prunes,
Suicide,
Aloha Tigers,
the Normal,
Main Source,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Joy Division,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Sonics,
Marc Almond,
The Human League,
Barrington Levy,
The Gun Club,
Harmonia,
Zero Boys,
Groovy Waters,
Brick,
Cluster,
The Techniques,
Morten Harket,
Mr. Review,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
D'Angelo,
The Five Americans,
David Axelrod,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Colin Newman,
the Human League,
FM Einheit,
Deepchord,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bang On A Can,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.