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 Nicaragua and from New York.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Black Dice to the funk 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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Christie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Mark Hollis,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Scrapy,
Piero Umiliani,
The Wake,
John Holt,
The Cure,
Goldenarms,
the Association,
Electric Prunes,
John Lydon,
Jerry's Kids,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Letta Mbulu,
Ohio Players,
Alphaville,
the Soft Cell,
Arab on Radar,
Be Bop Deluxe,
UT,
Yellowson,
the Slits,
Traffic Nightmare,
CMW,
FM Einheit,
Au Pairs,
Ossler,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
kango's stein massive,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
the Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Q65,
The Martian,
The Names,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Shuggie Otis,
Agitation Free,
Kaleidoscope,
Fugazi,
Crash Course in Science,
Guru Guru,
Tres Demented,
Con Funk Shun,
Rakim,
Roy Ayers,
Marvin Gaye,
Henry Cow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds, The Blackbyrds.
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.