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 Manila.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Edmonton.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Wolf Eyes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rakim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Fall,
Cybotron,
Sonny Sharrock,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Spandau Ballet,
Monolake,
New York Dolls,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Gories,
the Slits,
The Moleskins,
The Saints,
Model 500,
Danielle Patucci,
Porter Ricks,
K-Klass,
T.S.O.L.,
Yazoo,
Donald Byrd,
Kayak,
Brand Nubian,
Bush Tetras,
Brass Construction,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Invisible,
Half Japanese,
The Sound,
Soulsonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Arthur Verocai,
AZ,
Massinfluence,
Wings,
DNA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Ohio Players,
Mandrill,
Drexciya,
Funkadelic,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Ossler,
The United States of America,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.