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 Ireland and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Subhumans to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All The Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Dave Gahan,
Fluxion,
EPMD,
Kas Product,
Gang Gang Dance,
kango's stein massive,
The Divine Comedy,
Fad Gadget,
The Fortunes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kerri Chandler,
The Motions,
H. Thieme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
the Sonics,
Au Pairs,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quantec,
OOIOO,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
Sandy B,
Masters at Work,
Kaleidoscope,
The Shadows of Knight,
Amon Düül II,
Soft Machine,
Nick Fraelich,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gun Club,
Tom Boy,
Darondo,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Hardrive,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Cowsills,
Camouflage,
Dorothy Ashby,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
This Heat,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Vainqueur,
Parry Music,
Magazine,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Talk Talk,
Los Fastidios,
Gang Green,
Howard Jones,
Harmonia,
In Retrospect,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.