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 Barbados and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 ABC to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Audionom record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Nik Kershaw,
kango's stein massive,
Erykah Badu,
8 Eyed Spy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Skatalites,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Althea and Donna,
Malaria!,
Model 500,
The Toasters,
Alphaville,
Rekid,
Tommy Roe,
Skaos,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
The Mojo Men,
Nick Fraelich,
Bill Wells,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
Motorama,
Josef K,
Crime,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
New Order,
The Mighty Diamonds,
L. Decosne,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Andrew Hill,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
June of 44,
Guru Guru,
Reagan Youth,
Radio Birdman,
Basic Channel,
Das Ding,
The Blues Magoos,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fortunes,
Index,
Peter and Kerry,
Ultravox,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sugar Minott,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Tubeway Army,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oblivians,
U.S. Maple,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.