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 Gambia and from Johannesburg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Bologna.
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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the sitar 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 Cybotron to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All 48th St. Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sparks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move 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?
Neu!,
Funkadelic,
The Monochrome Set,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
H. Thieme,
Glenn Branca,
DNA,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gerry Rafferty,
Livin' Joy,
The Electric Prunes,
Bush Tetras,
Surgeon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
FM Einheit,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris & Cosey,
Donny Hathaway,
A Certain Ratio,
The Gladiators,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Silicon Teens,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Tears for Fears,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
The Martian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sonny Sharrock,
Popol Vuh,
Pet Shop Boys,
Joensuu 1685,
The Selecter,
Accadde A,
Groovy Waters,
Mr. Review,
Rod Modell,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crash Course in Science,
Blossom Toes,
The Zeros,
The Grass Roots,
The Smiths,
The Slackers,
Colin Newman,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Delta 5,
Simply Red,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Neon Judgement,
Harmonia,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Slits,
CMW,
Suicide,
Los Fastidios,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Mark Hollis,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.