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 Ghana and from Calgary.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Negative Approach to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Yaz. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Invisible,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Cure,
T. Rex,
The Birthday Party,
The Fuzztones,
Buzzcocks,
Mary Jane Girls,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Misunderstood,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Dual Sessions,
The Music Machine,
Zapp,
The Grass Roots,
Stereo Dub,
Toni Rubio,
Popol Vuh,
Tim Buckley,
The Knickerbockers,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Motions,
kango's stein massive,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
PIL,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
B.T. Express,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Bar-Kays,
Bill Near,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Subhumans,
New Order,
Vainqueur,
Gastr Del Sol,
L. Decosne,
Janne Schatter,
Circle Jerks,
Aural Exciters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Liliput,
Barry Ungar,
Eli Mardock,
Cluster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
Bauhaus,
Flash Fearless,
Wally Richardson,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultravox,
Kerri Chandler,
The Flesh Eaters,
Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy, Harry Pussy.
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.