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 Indonesia and from Lille.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Fad Gadget to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All World's Most tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gun Club record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a linndrum and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fear,
Los Fastidios,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Flesh Eaters,
Main Source,
Piero Umiliani,
The Grass Roots,
the Association,
T.S.O.L.,
Marcia Griffiths,
Chris & Cosey,
John Foxx,
Crispy Ambulance,
Camouflage,
Aloha Tigers,
Chris Corsano,
Juan Atkins,
The Gladiators,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
The Golliwogs,
The Standells,
Fugazi,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cure,
Kerrie Biddell,
Technova,
Bluetip,
Matthew Bourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Basic Channel,
Barclay James Harvest,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ponytail,
The Beau Brummels,
Masters at Work,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Scratch Acid,
Echospace,
John Lydon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
June Days,
R.M.O.,
Eric Copeland,
Shuggie Otis,
Television Personalities,
Qualms,
Deakin,
Susan Cadogan,
John Coltrane,
Bush Tetras,
Cheater Slicks,
Mars,
Roy Ayers,
Morten Harket,
Excepter,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.