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 Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator 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 Bizarre Inc. to the crunk 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 Barry Ungar. All the underground hits.
All Susan Cadogan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Alphaville,
Patti Smith,
Bluetip,
Albert Ayler,
Donny Hathaway,
Television Personalities,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Panda Bear,
Carl Craig,
Soul Sonic Force,
Black Flag,
Main Source,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
Brick,
The Golliwogs,
the Soft Cell,
Dual Sessions,
Eddi Front,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
The Blues Magoos,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tomorrow,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wasted Youth,
Radio Birdman,
The Walker Brothers,
Altered Images,
Frankie Knuckles,
KRS-One,
John Lydon,
Joe Finger,
Pussy Galore,
Susan Cadogan,
Stiv Bators,
Aloha Tigers,
the Association,
Stockholm Monsters,
Monolake,
Donald Byrd,
Wire,
Al Stewart,
Heaven 17,
Aswad,
Maleditus Sound,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Clarke,
Bang On A Can,
Hoover,
Nik Kershaw,
Bronski Beat,
Delta 5,
Ice-T,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Qualms,
Groovy Waters,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.