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 Suriname and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Johannesburg.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the 808 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 Agent Orange to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cecil Taylor,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
Cybotron,
B.T. Express,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joe Finger,
Eric B and Rakim,
CMW,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Reed,
Colin Newman,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Letta Mbulu,
One Last Wish,
Echospace,
The Shadows of Knight,
Y Pants,
Nik Kershaw,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Sound Behaviour,
the Human League,
Eric Copeland,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Happenings,
Steve Hackett,
Make Up,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eli Mardock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Au Pairs,
The Selecter,
Iggy Pop,
Magazine,
Agitation Free,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
ABC,
Crash Course in Science,
Eden Ahbez,
Thee Headcoats,
John Foxx,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Sight & Sound,
Wire,
Rosa Yemen,
World's Most,
Index,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Man Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding, Das Ding.
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.