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 Mongolia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Be Bop Deluxe to the rap 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All The Wake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
UT,
Goldenarms,
Sexual Harrassment,
Slave,
Sound Behaviour,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
Jimmy McGriff,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Matthew Halsall,
Juan Atkins,
Marmalade,
Parry Music,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Sunsets and Hearts,
R.M.O.,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Jawbox,
Lou Christie,
Eddi Front,
Tomorrow,
Alton Ellis,
Jacob Miller,
Swans,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Schoolly D,
Dark Day,
Cecil Taylor,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Absolute Body Control,
the Swans,
The Sonics,
Sparks,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Section 25,
Nico,
Marine Girls,
Scion,
Essential Logic,
Fad Gadget,
Gang of Four,
Hot Snakes,
The J.B.'s,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Q and Not U,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Mo-Dettes,
The Durutti Column,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
Pantytec,
Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions, Dual Sessions.
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.