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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Philadelphia.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Deadbeat to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Monks. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
CMW,
Fort Wilson Riot,
T.S.O.L.,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fuzztones,
Loose Ends,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soft Machine,
Moss Icon,
Ultra Naté,
The Techniques,
The Sonics,
Soul II Soul,
Letta Mbulu,
Brick,
AZ,
The Names,
The Red Krayola,
Depeche Mode,
Hot Snakes,
Howard Jones,
Y Pants,
Donny Hathaway,
Stereo Dub,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
Flipper,
Thee Headcoats,
June of 44,
the Slits,
a-ha,
Soulsonic Force,
Marcia Griffiths,
PIL,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Stiv Bators,
This Heat,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Vladislav Delay,
The Misunderstood,
Soft Cell,
The Flesh Eaters,
One Last Wish,
Henry Cow,
June Days,
Scott Walker,
Arthur Verocai,
Barry Ungar,
Rites of Spring,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
The Moleskins,
Skaos,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Magma,
Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen, Rosa Yemen.
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.