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 Lucia and from Cairo.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gang Gang Dance to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun Ra Arkestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Aaron Thompson,
Godley & Creme,
Crooked Eye,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
DJ Style,
Dawn Penn,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronnie Foster,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
Von Mondo,
Idris Muhammad,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Crash Course in Science,
Kool Moe Dee,
Subhumans,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
Cymande,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sandy B,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Human League,
Tubeway Army,
Circle Jerks,
The Detroit Cobras,
Aural Exciters,
Prince Buster,
a-ha,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sexual Harrassment,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
8 Eyed Spy,
Henry Cow,
Hoover,
Josef K,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Nils Olav,
Parry Music,
Delta 5,
John Coltrane,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Robert Hood,
Gang Starr,
Surgeon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Wyatt,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Mad Mike,
Anthony Braxton,
Lungfish,
Marc Almond,
China Crisis,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.