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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 the Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions 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?
Neu!,
The Searchers,
Ultra Naté,
The Durutti Column,
Los Fastidios,
Yusef Lateef,
The Mummies,
Cluster,
The Associates,
UT,
Jimmy McGriff,
Soft Machine,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Johnny Osbourne,
Quantec,
Skarface,
Erykah Badu,
Bronski Beat,
Excepter,
Morten Harket,
Jeru the Damaja,
Agent Orange,
Pussy Galore,
Jacob Miller,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crispy Ambulance,
Joyce Sims,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Black Moon,
Avey Tare,
Flamin' Groovies,
James White and The Blacks,
Jandek,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Music Machine,
Drexciya,
Sister Nancy,
The Seeds,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bush Tetras,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
MC5,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kenny Larkin,
Todd Rundgren,
The Grass Roots,
Little Man,
New Age Steppers,
Massinfluence,
The Doors,
Joe Smooth,
Make Up,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Young Rascals,
John Cale,
The Sonics,
Simply Red,
Kool Moe Dee,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.