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 Netherlands 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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
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 Amazonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Thompson Twins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every De La Soul & Jungle Brothers 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angry Samoans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
Warren Ellis,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
Pierre Henry,
The Moody Blues,
The Walker Brothers,
Brass Construction,
The Litter,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Smoke,
Byron Stingily,
Moby Grape,
Scion,
Make Up,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Black Dice,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
Pharoah Sanders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Divine Comedy,
Minor Threat,
MDC,
Marine Girls,
The Fortunes,
Fear,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Trumans Water,
Janne Schatter,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick Morgan,
Aaron Thompson,
Rosa Yemen,
David Axelrod,
The Young Rascals,
Groovy Waters,
The Music Machine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
Q65,
Sex Pistols,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Curtis Mayfield,
Nico,
Angry Samoans,
The Five Americans,
Mo-Dettes,
Aloha Tigers,
Deadbeat,
The Stooges,
Dual Sessions,
Lou Reed,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Essential Logic,
The Raincoats,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.