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 Hungary and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and London.
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 arpeggiator 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 Basic Channel to the punk 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 10cc. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Frankie Knuckles,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Tim Buckley,
T. Rex,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
Marc Almond,
Sound Behaviour,
The Raincoats,
Man Eating Sloth,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Amazonics,
Pet Shop Boys,
Stereo Dub,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
Ice-T,
Grauzone,
Sarah Menescal,
U.S. Maple,
Accadde A,
Marshall Jefferson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rapeman,
The Offenders,
The Kinks,
Loose Ends,
Howard Jones,
Sandy B,
Pagans,
Country Teasers,
Kurtis Blow,
Essential Logic,
The Skatalites,
The Red Krayola,
Morten Harket,
Angry Samoans,
Dual Sessions,
Negative Approach,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
The Invisible,
Drexciya,
New York Dolls,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Minnie Riperton,
Todd Terry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Mad Mike,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eden Ahbez,
LL Cool J,
Smog,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
Television Personalities,
The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America, The United States of America.
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.