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 Woodstock.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Toni Rubio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Leaves. All the underground hits.
All The Royal Family And The Poor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Bauhaus,
Faust,
DJ Style,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
The Divine Comedy,
The Searchers,
Television Personalities,
Urselle,
La Düsseldorf,
Slave,
Niagra,
Mo-Dettes,
Qualms,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Fluxion,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
Mandrill,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sound Behaviour,
Josef K,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Sonics,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kayak,
The Martian,
DNA,
The Raincoats,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The J.B.'s,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Suicide,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fuzztones,
Barbara Tucker,
Kevin Saunderson,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Joey Negro,
The Slackers,
Laurel Aitken,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Germs,
Technova,
Tres Demented,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Minny Pops,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.