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 Latvia and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and New York.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 MDC to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Trojans 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Saccharine Trust,
Barbara Tucker,
Neu!,
David Bowie,
Jacques Brel,
Scan 7,
DJ Sneak,
Radiopuhelimet,
H. Thieme,
Piero Umiliani,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lalann,
Moss Icon,
Infiniti,
Terry Callier,
F. McDonald,
Fluxion,
Erasure,
Newcleus,
Crash Course in Science,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
The Count Five,
kango's stein massive,
The Victims,
Laurel Aitken,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Moody Blues,
The Divine Comedy,
Ornette Coleman,
Lou Reed,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Durutti Column,
Heaven 17,
Ponytail,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Yazoo,
Deadbeat,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Althea and Donna,
Hasil Adkins,
CMW,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cluster,
Quando Quango,
Blossom Toes,
Black Pus,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Sound Behaviour,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Minor Threat,
The Beau Brummels,
Los Fastidios,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.