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 Estonia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Beau Brummels to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Boredoms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ludus,
Severed Heads,
The Invisible,
Dave Gahan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Suicide,
Slave,
Angry Samoans,
Funkadelic,
Goldenarms,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Techniques,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Coltrane,
Mars,
Monks,
Pierre Henry,
Fatback Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
Das Ding,
PIL,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Music Machine,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Fire Engines,
Infiniti,
T.S.O.L.,
Massinfluence,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
Matthew Bourne,
Minny Pops,
The Dirtbombs,
Roy Ayers,
Dorothy Ashby,
Rites of Spring,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Star Department,
Judy Mowatt,
DJ Style,
Sam Rivers,
Masters at Work,
Smog,
Graham Central Station,
Sparks,
Man Eating Sloth,
Quantec,
Main Source,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Slits,
Japan,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Lightning Bolt,
Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu, Pere Ubu.
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.