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 Azerbaijan and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 oboe 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Chris & Cosey. All the underground hits.
All Arcadia tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonny Sharrock,
Q and Not U,
Flash Fearless,
Pole,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Oneida,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
U.S. Maple,
New Age Steppers,
Judy Mowatt,
Smog,
Hashim,
Crooked Eye,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Skarface,
The American Breed,
Traffic Nightmare,
Banda Bassotti,
Albert Ayler,
Wire,
Desert Stars,
Pussy Galore,
Buzzcocks,
Liliput,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
T.S.O.L.,
Faraquet,
Stereo Dub,
Darondo,
Parry Music,
Sound Behaviour,
Don Cherry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
The Leaves,
The Pop Group,
Second Layer,
The Monks,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
Television,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Livin' Joy,
Sister Nancy,
The Fuzztones,
Whodini,
Tommy Roe,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Cluster,
Monolake,
The Move,
Wolf Eyes,
Swell Maps,
Theoretical Girls,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lindisfarne,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.