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 Austria and from Glasgow.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the 808 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 Sugar Minott to the dance 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 Jacob Miller. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Danielle Patucci,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Residents,
the Soft Cell,
Josef K,
The Index,
Yusef Lateef,
EPMD,
The Monochrome Set,
Marine Girls,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Sonics,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Dennis Brown,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Eric Dolphy,
the Normal,
Ronan,
Fad Gadget,
Erasure,
Cybotron,
Warren Ellis,
Byron Stingily,
Monks,
John Holt,
Unwound,
The Slits,
Pharoah Sanders,
World's Most,
Outsiders,
Essential Logic,
Nik Kershaw,
Babytalk,
Gregory Isaacs,
David Axelrod,
David McCallum,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
Hot Snakes,
Siglo XX,
Qualms,
The Count Five,
The United States of America,
Talk Talk,
Laurel Aitken,
KRS-One,
ABC,
Surgeon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Isaac Hayes,
Eddi Front,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.