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 Papua New Guinea and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 organ 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 Smog to the crunk 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Q65 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Joe Finger,
Icehouse,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tim Buckley,
Accadde A,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Ken Boothe,
Alison Limerick,
Sex Pistols,
The Remains,
Rhythm & Sound,
Wire,
Jerry's Kids,
T.S.O.L.,
The Grass Roots,
Scratch Acid,
Nils Olav,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Sight & Sound,
Maleditus Sound,
Buzzcocks,
Steve Hackett,
Laurel Aitken,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
The Smiths,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Archie Shepp,
Au Pairs,
The Techniques,
Eli Mardock,
AZ,
Hot Snakes,
Rod Modell,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fatback Band,
Niagra,
Scientists,
Gang of Four,
Duran Duran,
John Coltrane,
The United States of America,
Alice Coltrane,
The American Breed,
Wolf Eyes,
Tubeway Army,
Von Mondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Pagans,
Slave,
Gichy Dan,
Frankie Knuckles,
MDC,
LL Cool J,
Davy DMX,
Jacques Brel,
Aswad,
Boredoms,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
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.