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 the UAE and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The Motions 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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Louis and Bebe Barron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Whodini record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
Morten Harket,
Marc Almond,
Kas Product,
Vladislav Delay,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Young Marble Giants,
Buzzcocks,
The Remains,
Black Pus,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Black Flag,
The Selecter,
Rosa Yemen,
Banda Bassotti,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
Scrapy,
Blancmange,
Johnny Clarke,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Pylon,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Shuggie Otis,
The Invisible,
Liliput,
Derrick May,
Scientists,
H. Thieme,
Barrington Levy,
The Sonics,
kango's stein massive,
Angry Samoans,
Lakeside,
Rotary Connection,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Neu!,
UT,
Peter and Kerry,
Barry Ungar,
Magma,
The Techniques,
the Swans,
Crispy Ambulance,
Hasil Adkins,
Charles Mingus,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Guru Guru,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Stereo Dub,
Q and Not U,
the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars, the Fania All-Stars.
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.