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 Vietnam and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Amazonics to the electroclash 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moebius record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cybotron,
LL Cool J,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
The Slits,
The Pretty Things,
Pussy Galore,
Black Flag,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Juan Atkins,
Parry Music,
Carl Craig,
Matthew Halsall,
Charles Mingus,
Skaos,
Con Funk Shun,
The Fall,
The Victims,
New Order,
Joyce Sims,
The Raincoats,
The Offenders,
Rapeman,
The Cramps,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultravox,
June of 44,
Public Enemy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Depeche Mode,
Intrusion,
Roxy Music,
The Electric Prunes,
Vladislav Delay,
kango's stein massive,
John Lydon,
Oneida,
Liliput,
The Busters,
Yaz,
Sun Ra,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Martian,
The Searchers,
Byron Stingily,
Vainqueur,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Second Layer,
Anakelly,
Scion,
Siglo XX,
Brick,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.