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 Dominica and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 Taipei and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Boredoms to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marvin Gaye. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soulsonic Force record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
John Foxx,
Erasure,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Ohio Players,
Franke,
T.S.O.L.,
Inner City,
Maurizio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Youth Brigade,
Gang of Four,
Blancmange,
Don Cherry,
Fugazi,
The Dave Clark Five,
Simply Red,
Todd Terry,
10cc,
Matthew Halsall,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Robert Görl,
Tubeway Army,
Deakin,
R.M.O.,
Tomorrow,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
Scion,
Marvin Gaye,
Eve St. Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Arab on Radar,
Glenn Branca,
Thee Headcoats,
The Real Kids,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Mad Mike,
Barclay James Harvest,
Au Pairs,
Wally Richardson,
the Sonics,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Boz Scaggs,
Sister Nancy,
Chrome,
Electric Prunes,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Guru Guru,
Dave Gahan,
Boogie Down Productions,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
The Techniques,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.