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 San Marino and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 808 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 Piero Umiliani to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lucky Dragons. All the underground hits.
All Terror Squad Feat. Camron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Flesh Eaters 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Selector Dub Narcotic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
kango's stein massive,
Laurel Aitken,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Livin' Joy,
Eurythmics,
The Flesh Eaters,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Make Up,
Dead Boys,
Soft Cell,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Terry Callier,
Niagra,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rakim,
Crash Course in Science,
The American Breed,
Yellowson,
Alphaville,
Pylon,
John Cale,
Darondo,
Boz Scaggs,
The Skatalites,
Crooked Eye,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Skriet,
Simply Red,
Bobby Sherman,
Todd Terry,
Dennis Brown,
Bootsy Collins,
Harmonia,
The Dead C,
Sällskapet,
Rapeman,
The Mojo Men,
Infiniti,
Faust,
Kerrie Biddell,
ABC,
Television,
Groovy Waters,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Brothers Johnson,
Siglo XX,
The Residents,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultimate Spinach,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Qualms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Kinks,
Pagans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Harpers Bizarre,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.