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 Afghanistan and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the 808 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 Pierre Henry to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Frankie Knuckles,
Fad Gadget,
Black Moon,
The Pretty Things,
This Heat,
Tres Demented,
10cc,
Echospace,
Adolescents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dead Boys,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Joe Finger,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Real Kids,
Metal Thangz,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Andrew Hill,
Hashim,
Theoretical Girls,
Vladislav Delay,
Gang Starr,
David Bowie,
Ken Boothe,
Desert Stars,
Au Pairs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Kayak,
Harpers Bizarre,
Barbara Tucker,
The Trojans,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Nik Kershaw,
The Count Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yusef Lateef,
Suicide,
The Birthday Party,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joy Division,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Thee Headcoats,
F. McDonald,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jacob Miller,
The Invisible,
Fort Wilson Riot,
E-Dancer,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skarface,
Crash Course in Science,
Underground Resistance,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.