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 Dominican Republic and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Hong Kong.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Unwound to the electroclash 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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Kevin Saunderson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scan 7 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Radio Birdman,
Unwound,
Maurizio,
Monolake,
Swans,
Junior Murvin,
Electric Prunes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Quadrant,
This Heat,
Gregory Isaacs,
Scion,
The Five Americans,
The Durutti Column,
Quando Quango,
Peter & Gordon,
Neu!,
Visage,
Subhumans,
Ultravox,
Rapeman,
E-Dancer,
Newcleus,
Godley & Creme,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Andrew Hill,
Ossler,
Mantronix,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Fuzztones,
Make Up,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Dave Clark Five,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Franke,
Aural Exciters,
Johnny Osbourne,
Matthew Halsall,
the Slits,
The Move,
Fluxion,
Mary Jane Girls,
Charles Mingus,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Scrapy,
Tim Buckley,
Zero Boys,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Anakelly,
Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio, Toni Rubio.
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.