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 Gambia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Mantronix to the disco 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cecil Taylor 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Niagra,
Zero Boys,
Albert Ayler,
Gong,
Thee Headcoats,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yazoo,
EPMD,
Young Marble Giants,
Mo-Dettes,
Tom Boy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
The Gun Club,
Roxette,
Funkadelic,
cv313,
Aswad,
Von Mondo,
Metal Thangz,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Bizarre Inc.,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Zeros,
Eric Copeland,
The Young Rascals,
Soul Sonic Force,
Howard Jones,
FM Einheit,
Lindisfarne,
DNA,
CMW,
Can,
Tim Buckley,
Minutemen,
B.T. Express,
The Residents,
The Red Krayola,
David Bowie,
Fear,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Joy Division,
Silicon Teens,
Yaz,
Absolute Body Control,
AZ,
Sex Pistols,
Funky Four + One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
a-ha,
Godley & Creme,
Ronnie Foster,
Big Daddy Kane,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.