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 Honduras and from London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Little Man to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Throbbing Gristle record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Easy Going,
Roxette,
Quadrant,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Simply Red,
Technova,
Ossler,
Gang Green,
Robert Hood,
The Young Rascals,
Gichy Dan,
Deadbeat,
Curtis Mayfield,
Massinfluence,
Heaven 17,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Model 500,
Johnny Clarke,
The Searchers,
Ten City,
Urselle,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Graham Central Station,
cv313,
Girls At Our Best!,
The New Christs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Grass Roots,
Soul Sonic Force,
Qualms,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fugazi,
Idris Muhammad,
Ponytail,
Stetsasonic,
Bob Dylan,
Matthew Bourne,
Jacob Miller,
Swell Maps,
Nik Kershaw,
Whodini,
Rites of Spring,
L. Decosne,
Agitation Free,
Thee Headcoats,
Lungfish,
Hashim,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nation of Ulysses,
David Axelrod,
The Leaves,
China Crisis,
a-ha,
Matthew Halsall,
Jesper Dahlback,
Anthony Braxton,
Soul II Soul,
Accadde A,
The Mummies,
Glenn Branca,
Connie Case,
The J.B.'s,
Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy, Sister Nancy.
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.