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 South Africa and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 snare 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Darondo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Jeru the Damaja,
Alton Ellis,
Malaria!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Green,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Echospace,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
Sixth Finger,
The Stooges,
The Cowsills,
Underground Resistance,
Boredoms,
Marmalade,
ABBA,
The Sound,
Eurythmics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Certain Ratio,
DJ Style,
The Doors,
David McCallum,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
PIL,
In Retrospect,
The Gories,
Harry Pussy,
Porter Ricks,
Pantytec,
Whodini,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sonics,
Royal Trux,
Television Personalities,
Pole,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
L. Decosne,
Youth Brigade,
Aural Exciters,
Sam Rivers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Interpol,
Deadbeat,
Marvin Gaye,
Amon Düül II,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Dirtbombs,
Charles Mingus,
D'Angelo,
Max Romeo,
Vainqueur,
The Offenders,
The Mummies,
Hoover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.