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 Finland and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Amon Düül to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Guru Guru tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Goldenarms,
Vladislav Delay,
The Count Five,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Archie Shepp,
The Pretty Things,
Liliput,
John Cale,
The Black Dice,
The Raincoats,
Henry Cow,
Ten City,
EPMD,
Susan Cadogan,
Juan Atkins,
Absolute Body Control,
Minutemen,
DJ Style,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlback,
Brothers Johnson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Yellowson,
Max Romeo,
Michelle Simonal,
Gastr Del Sol,
Eli Mardock,
Ornette Coleman,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eddi Front,
Sound Behaviour,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Rapeman,
The Doobie Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Negative Approach,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eurythmics,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
The Golliwogs,
Tomorrow,
World's Most,
Von Mondo,
Suburban Knight,
Ken Boothe,
Make Up,
Peter and Kerry,
Jerry's Kids,
Porter Ricks,
Yazoo,
The Selecter,
Laurel Aitken,
La Düsseldorf,
Rekid,
Crash Course in Science,
Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers, Roy Ayers.
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.