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 Namibia and from London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the güiro 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 Patti Smith to the techno 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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All Liliput tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Sam Rivers,
The Fuzztones,
The Misunderstood,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed,
Hardrive,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Sonics,
Loose Ends,
Agitation Free,
Pylon,
Cameo,
Jacques Brel,
Mission of Burma,
Schoolly D,
Piero Umiliani,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Audionom,
Crash Course in Science,
Scion,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Echospace,
Masters at Work,
Aloha Tigers,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Matthew Bourne,
Marshall Jefferson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
R.M.O.,
Erasure,
The Stooges,
Dennis Brown,
Leonard Cohen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
a-ha,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Bobby Sherman,
Ludus,
Clear Light,
Motorama,
Flipper,
Moebius,
The Move,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lou Christie,
The Victims,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Trojans,
The Cure,
Ultimate Spinach,
Massinfluence,
DNA,
MC5,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Jeru the Damaja,
Fatback Band,
Vainqueur,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Index,
Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols, Sex Pistols.
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.