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 Mauritania and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the guitar 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 Technova to the dance 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 Selector Dub Narcotic. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Kaleidoscope,
The Monochrome Set,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Human League,
Model 500,
Schoolly D,
The Slackers,
The Cramps,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skaos,
Dark Day,
Joensuu 1685,
Flipper,
The Happenings,
Josef K,
Black Sheep,
The Dead C,
Pantaleimon,
Howard Jones,
D'Angelo,
Charles Mingus,
Bush Tetras,
Masters at Work,
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Hot Snakes,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Starr,
Fluxion,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fuzztones,
Cluster,
Delon & Dalcan,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Roxette,
The Zeros,
New York Dolls,
the Normal,
Alton Ellis,
Erykah Badu,
Janne Schatter,
Barry Ungar,
Clear Light,
Pere Ubu,
Neil Young,
Barbara Tucker,
Shuggie Otis,
The Modern Lovers,
Eve St. Jones,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Gang of Four,
Gichy Dan,
Severed Heads,
Crispian St. Peters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.