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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Scion to the techno 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 The American Breed. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Men They Couldn't Hang record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Blossom Toes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Clear Light,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Nirvana,
Warren Ellis,
The Invisible,
Danielle Patucci,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Colin Newman,
Agent Orange,
Black Bananas,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Gladiators,
Das Ding,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
New York Dolls,
The Index,
Dennis Brown,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Black Dice,
Subhumans,
Sam Rivers,
Wings,
Scratch Acid,
Mark Hollis,
Niagra,
Letta Mbulu,
The Star Department,
DJ Sneak,
Harmonia,
E-Dancer,
Lindisfarne,
Funky Four + One,
Model 500,
Byron Stingily,
Bad Manners,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Yusef Lateef,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker,
Porter Ricks,
Liliput,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dorothy Ashby,
Slave,
Fatback Band,
Rapeman,
Hashim,
Crash Course in Science,
Erasure,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Visage,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.