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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 arpeggiator 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 Faust to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every OOIOO 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New York Dolls,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sonic Youth,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Infiniti,
Alison Limerick,
Marcia Griffiths,
Motorama,
Crooked Eye,
Bill Wells,
Faraquet,
The Gap Band,
Joe Smooth,
Delon & Dalcan,
Scrapy,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Detroit Cobras,
Flash Fearless,
Stereo Dub,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Monochrome Set,
Silicon Teens,
Technova,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Happenings,
David Axelrod,
Thompson Twins,
The Doors,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kurtis Blow,
A Flock of Seagulls,
AZ,
Matthew Halsall,
Aaron Thompson,
Jeru the Damaja,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Wolf Eyes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Birthday Party,
Suburban Knight,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nik Kershaw,
Sex Pistols,
Youth Brigade,
Outsiders,
David McCallum,
Duran Duran,
The Standells,
Oneida,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joyce Sims,
Bush Tetras,
Robert Görl,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Black Flag,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.