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 Bulgaria and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 synthesizer 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 The Detroit Cobras to the disco 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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Au Pairs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Josef K record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Rapeman,
The Angels of Light,
Funkadelic,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Ralphi Rosario,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joy Division,
Procol Harum,
B.T. Express,
Spandau Ballet,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Sam Rivers,
Ponytail,
Pantytec,
Lindisfarne,
Sun City Girls,
Black Flag,
Fluxion,
The Leaves,
Donny Hathaway,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Popol Vuh,
K-Klass,
Television,
Todd Rundgren,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool Moe Dee,
Darondo,
David Bowie,
Suicide,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Joey Negro,
Gang Starr,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
Pierre Henry,
Ronnie Foster,
The Gun Club,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sonic Youth,
Sex Pistols,
Parry Music,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Saccharine Trust,
The Neon Judgement,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bob Dylan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ultra Naté,
Kerri Chandler,
Qualms,
Albert Ayler,
Visage,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Alison Limerick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Crash Course in Science,
Delta 5,
the Human League, the Human League, the Human League, the Human League.
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.