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 Japan and from Manchester.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 synthesizer 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
the Human League,
Althea and Donna,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Brand Nubian,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
Camberwell Now,
Spandau Ballet,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
Lebanon Hanover,
Hardrive,
Bauhaus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Suicide,
The Knickerbockers,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Stooges,
Aaron Thompson,
Saccharine Trust,
10cc,
The United States of America,
Ralphi Rosario,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Quando Quango,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Reuben Wilson,
The Shadows of Knight,
June of 44,
The Misunderstood,
Janne Schatter,
Matthew Bourne,
Con Funk Shun,
David Bowie,
The Kinks,
Chris & Cosey,
the Association,
Bronski Beat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kerrie Biddell,
Prince Buster,
Parry Music,
Erykah Badu,
Pierre Henry,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Dead C,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Khruangbin,
Echospace,
Eddi Front,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.