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 Calgary.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
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 Man Parrish to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sällskapet. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sixth Finger,
Black Moon,
Intrusion,
Groovy Waters,
Youth Brigade,
Delon & Dalcan,
Hashim,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
DJ Style,
Patti Smith,
LL Cool J,
Freddie Wadling,
Howard Jones,
Chrome,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Eden Ahbez,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
10cc,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Make Up,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Moss Icon,
Ultravox,
Gerry Rafferty,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Icehouse,
Average White Band,
Pole,
Moby Grape,
Scan 7,
Silicon Teens,
James White and The Blacks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Camouflage,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Nirvana,
Ken Boothe,
Robert Görl,
Colin Newman,
Motorama,
Nick Fraelich,
Eric B and Rakim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
FM Einheit,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Crime,
Panda Bear,
Siglo XX,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
D'Angelo,
Bluetip,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bobby Womack,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.