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 St Lucia and from London.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Litter to the punk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Iggy Pop,
Thee Headcoats,
Reagan Youth,
Mad Mike,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Clear Light,
Crash Course in Science,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
Newcleus,
Severed Heads,
Ronnie Foster,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Silicon Teens,
10cc,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
Danielle Patucci,
AZ,
Reuben Wilson,
Yellowson,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
June of 44,
Flipper,
Brand Nubian,
ABBA,
Nik Kershaw,
F. McDonald,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Slits,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Ituana,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Roger Hodgson,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Altered Images,
Fat Boys,
The Count Five,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mr. Review,
Anthony Braxton,
The Misunderstood,
June Days,
Marshall Jefferson,
Harmonia,
Loose Ends,
Crispian St. Peters,
Avey Tare,
Moby Grape,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.