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 Ireland and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 marimba 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 Todd Rundgren to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Remains record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Barbara Tucker,
Grauzone,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jacques Brel,
Robert Hood,
Shuggie Otis,
Reagan Youth,
Sam Rivers,
Camberwell Now,
Donald Byrd,
Glenn Branca,
Leonard Cohen,
Graham Central Station,
Dorothy Ashby,
Albert Ayler,
Marine Girls,
The Standells,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
Arab on Radar,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Harmonia,
Pere Ubu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nas,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Moon,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Magma,
Television,
Theoretical Girls,
The Evens,
Mary Jane Girls,
Ten City,
The Wake,
Quantec,
Joe Finger,
Deakin,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lindisfarne,
the Association,
Das Ding,
Hoover,
Marc Almond,
Todd Terry,
Trumans Water,
JFA,
Duran Duran,
Scratch Acid,
Minnie Riperton,
Barclay James Harvest,
Q and Not U,
Neil Young,
Freddie Wadling,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.