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 Malawi and from Copenhagen.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 K-Klass to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Magma. All the underground hits.
All Bill Near tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Magma record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
PIL,
Sarah Menescal,
Cecil Taylor,
Lyres,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Graham Central Station,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
KRS-One,
The Moleskins,
Robert Hood,
Carl Craig,
Ludus,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boogie Down Productions,
Rapeman,
June Days,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Oneida,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Wings,
Au Pairs,
Gang Green,
The Techniques,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deadbeat,
Josef K,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
the Swans,
The Seeds,
Excepter,
Buzzcocks,
Boredoms,
Harmonia,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barrington Levy,
Cybotron,
Ornette Coleman,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Funky Four + One,
Bobby Womack,
Drexciya,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Public Enemy,
Darondo,
The Cowsills,
Monolake,
The Smoke,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Soul II Soul,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Adolescents,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.