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 Antigua and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator 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 Stetsasonic to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Soul Sonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Liaisons Dangereuses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux 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?
Shuggie Otis,
Radiopuhelimet,
cv313,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Marmalade,
Subhumans,
Agitation Free,
Spoonie Gee,
Magazine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kayak,
Audionom,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lyres,
Bob Dylan,
Youth Brigade,
Chris & Cosey,
The Move,
China Crisis,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Cramps,
Spandau Ballet,
DNA,
Kenny Larkin,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
E-Dancer,
Pylon,
Hashim,
The Sound,
Tomorrow,
OOIOO,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Star Department,
Byron Stingily,
Eurythmics,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mission of Burma,
H. Thieme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Skarface,
Amazonics,
Trumans Water,
10cc,
T. Rex,
KRS-One,
Q and Not U,
The Durutti Column,
Alton Ellis,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Yaz,
Eden Ahbez,
Ituana,
Marshall Jefferson,
Accadde A,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.