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 Iran and from Salvador.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
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 Ossler to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül II record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 808 and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Halsall record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Main Source,
X-102,
New York Dolls,
The Mummies,
Funky Four + One,
The Flesh Eaters,
Laurel Aitken,
Massinfluence,
Mad Mike,
Bluetip,
Cal Tjader,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Swell Maps,
the Human League,
The Blues Magoos,
Pharoah Sanders,
Basic Channel,
Subhumans,
The United States of America,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Gang Dance,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
The Misunderstood,
Rites of Spring,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Organ,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bobby Sherman,
Kas Product,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Altered Images,
Royal Trux,
Aural Exciters,
Donald Byrd,
Suburban Knight,
DJ Style,
Rapeman,
UT,
The Electric Prunes,
Grauzone,
Japan,
Andrew Hill,
Pantaleimon,
DJ Sneak,
Lyres,
Cameo,
Pierre Henry,
The Selecter,
Fat Boys,
Public Enemy,
Lebanon Hanover,
Dave Gahan,
a-ha,
It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day, It's A Beautiful Day.
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.