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 Qatar and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 808 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 Royal Trux to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Bob Dylan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aloha Tigers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Tommy Roe,
Thompson Twins,
Stockholm Monsters,
Magazine,
Thee Headcoats,
Fluxion,
A Certain Ratio,
Joensuu 1685,
Kas Product,
Matthew Bourne,
Robert Hood,
Soft Machine,
Anthony Braxton,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Bauhaus,
Jimmy McGriff,
Erasure,
The Vogues,
Althea and Donna,
Lou Reed,
Yellowson,
The Real Kids,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Davy DMX,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Funky Four + One,
The Litter,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Sonics,
Fad Gadget,
L. Decosne,
The Cure,
Kayak,
Arthur Verocai,
Los Fastidios,
cv313,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bobby Byrd,
Sällskapet,
Harpers Bizarre,
The J.B.'s,
Cecil Taylor,
The Kinks,
Carl Craig,
the Germs,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Wake,
The Doobie Brothers,
Avey Tare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ronan,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Star Department,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.