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 Spain and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Essential Logic to the grime 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All The Men They Couldn't Hang tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade 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?
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
Cluster,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Adolescents,
R.M.O.,
The Gun Club,
The Music Machine,
Japan,
Buzzcocks,
Mandrill,
Hasil Adkins,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Franke,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Jeff Mills,
a-ha,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Electric Prunes,
Los Fastidios,
Basic Channel,
Bill Wells,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Mark Hollis,
Toni Rubio,
Sugar Minott,
Dual Sessions,
Blancmange,
Ice-T,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Robert Wyatt,
Cameo,
Sun City Girls,
Peter & Gordon,
The Standells,
Piero Umiliani,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Radiopuhelimet,
Matthew Halsall,
Funky Four + One,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oblivians,
Black Flag,
Rufus Thomas,
Sarah Menescal,
Minny Pops,
Electric Prunes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
KRS-One,
The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals, The Young Rascals.
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.