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 Benin and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
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 arpeggiator 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 Janne Schatter to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Yazoo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pop Group record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Livin' Joy,
Section 25,
Index,
Roxette,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sound,
Desert Stars,
Half Japanese,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arthur Verocai,
The Golliwogs,
Brass Construction,
Symarip,
The Saints,
Minnie Riperton,
Ten City,
Byron Stingily,
Newcleus,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Can,
a-ha,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
These Immortal Souls,
Thompson Twins,
Morten Harket,
Pylon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Television,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Sonics,
Donny Hathaway,
Darondo,
Masters at Work,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cheater Slicks,
E-Dancer,
The Music Machine,
Avey Tare,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Electric Prunes,
Jeff Lynne,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Cameo,
Terrestrial Tones,
Derrick May,
Infiniti,
John Lydon,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Ornette Coleman,
Grey Daturas,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Magma,
Sugar Minott,
Erykah Badu,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Association,
Fugazi,
Hot Snakes,
Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja, Jeru the Damaja.
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.