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 Samoa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
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 marimba 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 R.M.O. to the rock 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric Dolphy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Gun Club,
Reagan Youth,
Crime,
Liliput,
The Kinks,
Deepchord,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Talk Talk,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Niagra,
Quadrant,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Inner City,
Rufus Thomas,
La Düsseldorf,
Flipper,
Minor Threat,
Von Mondo,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Pretty Things,
Tres Demented,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Isaac Hayes,
The Human League,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Young Rascals,
The Monochrome Set,
Altered Images,
Duran Duran,
Crash Course in Science,
The Cure,
Joe Finger,
John Foxx,
Angry Samoans,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Green,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Mad Mike,
the Swans,
Excepter,
Black Moon,
Ultravox,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Chris & Cosey,
Skriet,
Bob Dylan,
U.S. Maple,
Urselle,
The Durutti Column,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dawn Penn,
New York Dolls,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Henry Cow,
Royal Trux,
Drexciya,
The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues, The Moody Blues.
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.