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 Slovakia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Victims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scratch Acid,
Sound Behaviour,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
Judy Mowatt,
New Order,
Soulsonic Force,
Fat Boys,
The Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Crispy Ambulance,
Charles Mingus,
Average White Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Mars,
Clear Light,
The Barracudas,
Thompson Twins,
Jandek,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Sly & The Family Stone,
This Heat,
Joy Division,
Metal Thangz,
Avey Tare,
The Angels of Light,
Tres Demented,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Kurtis Blow,
Ten City,
The Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Ossler,
The Dead C,
Surgeon,
Kenny Larkin,
The Wake,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Bar-Kays,
Whodini,
Althea and Donna,
Marmalade,
Soft Machine,
Jeru the Damaja,
Morten Harket,
The Slackers,
The Divine Comedy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Skarface,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Andrew Hill,
The Seeds,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.