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 Korea North and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Judy Mowatt to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Royal Family And The Poor. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Axelrod 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents 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?
The Red Krayola,
The Motions,
Eli Mardock,
Lalann,
Mantronix,
Ice-T,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
Mary Jane Girls,
Absolute Body Control,
48th St. Collective,
Vladislav Delay,
T.S.O.L.,
Marc Almond,
A Flock of Seagulls,
John Coltrane,
Tres Demented,
Panda Bear,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lucky Dragons,
Soft Machine,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Saccharine Trust,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Joy Division,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Dave Gahan,
The Monks,
ABBA,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
Bizarre Inc.,
New Age Steppers,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
Lyres,
Lou Christie,
Sun City Girls,
kango's stein massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Bauhaus,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Gap Band,
Severed Heads,
Goldenarms,
Maleditus Sound,
Franke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Skaos,
Lower 48,
Rosa Yemen,
Archie Shepp,
Surgeon,
PIL,
Niagra,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sparks, Sparks, Sparks, Sparks.
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.