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 Paraguay and from Lille.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Arthur Verocai to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minor Threat. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispy Ambulance,
Dave Gahan,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
D'Angelo,
Sixth Finger,
Throbbing Gristle,
Motorama,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Theoretical Girls,
Lungfish,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Aswad,
David Axelrod,
Marine Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Freddie Wadling,
Joe Smooth,
Sandy B,
Bauhaus,
Kenny Larkin,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Bananas,
The Fall,
Grey Daturas,
Lucky Dragons,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eddi Front,
the Germs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alice Coltrane,
Qualms,
Brass Construction,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Index,
The Cramps,
Iggy Pop,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
Bang On A Can,
The Tremeloes,
Isaac Hayes,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Kas Product,
Essential Logic,
kango's stein massive,
Masters at Work,
Echospace,
John Foxx,
the Sonics,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.