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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 The Real Kids to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Erasure,
Circle Jerks,
The Moleskins,
The Remains,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tomorrow,
Heaven 17,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Maurizio,
10cc,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
JFA,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Arab on Radar,
The Grass Roots,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Todd Terry,
MC5,
Jacob Miller,
Camberwell Now,
ABC,
Nas,
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Kerrie Biddell,
Althea and Donna,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ohio Players,
Scan 7,
X-101,
The Selecter,
The Shadows of Knight,
One Last Wish,
Unwound,
MDC,
Hasil Adkins,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter & Gordon,
Severed Heads,
Y Pants,
The Barracudas,
Pole,
Sound Behaviour,
Moebius,
Eli Mardock,
Deepchord,
Patti Smith,
Rod Modell,
Cybotron,
Slave,
The Dave Clark Five,
Model 500,
Warren Ellis,
Second Layer,
The Birthday Party,
Sight & Sound,
Jeff Lynne,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.