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 Bulgaria and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 chamberlin 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 James Chance & The Contortions to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hot Snakes,
Main Source,
Nik Kershaw,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joyce Sims,
Oblivians,
Altered Images,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
MC5,
Steve Hackett,
New Age Steppers,
Matthew Bourne,
Dual Sessions,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Delta 5,
Lungfish,
Echospace,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Sun Ra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Scion,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Darondo,
Tres Demented,
Bronski Beat,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Stiv Bators,
June of 44,
Lindisfarne,
Pylon,
Kerri Chandler,
Monolake,
Vainqueur,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bill Near,
Soul Sonic Force,
Soulsonic Force,
Boredoms,
Graham Central Station,
Johnny Osbourne,
Connie Case,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
Barry Ungar,
Todd Rundgren,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
Newcleus,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.