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 Ghana and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Ken Boothe to the grime 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 Livin' Joy. All the underground hits.
All Clear Light tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agent Orange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 guitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Lalann,
The Smiths,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Foxx,
Black Flag,
Warren Ellis,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Tremeloes,
Kayak,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cymande,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Franke,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
The Slits,
Rufus Thomas,
Unwound,
These Immortal Souls,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
The Detroit Cobras,
Grauzone,
Scion,
Lou Christie,
Alphaville,
Marc Almond,
Jimmy McGriff,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Cluster,
The Durutti Column,
Infiniti,
Moebius,
Lou Reed,
Lindisfarne,
Dual Sessions,
The Moody Blues,
X-Ray Spex,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Yazoo,
The Kinks,
Erasure,
Todd Terry,
Intrusion,
Harmonia,
Drive Like Jehu,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-102,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Sonics,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.