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 Cuba and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Ohio Players to the disco 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 The Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ohio Players record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Order record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Lyres,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Big Daddy Kane,
Newcleus,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Tom Boy,
Joyce Sims,
Icehouse,
The Flesh Eaters,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
The Kinks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Fortunes,
Half Japanese,
Ronan,
Patti Smith,
Frankie Knuckles,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Knickerbockers,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Sherman,
Spandau Ballet,
Cluster,
Matthew Halsall,
Joe Smooth,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Bourne,
Fear,
Alice Coltrane,
Gang Starr,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rosa Yemen,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mo-Dettes,
Terrestrial Tones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Janne Schatter,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Gang Green,
Bizarre Inc.,
Talk Talk,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Stetsasonic,
Boredoms,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
Pet Shop Boys,
Interpol,
Soul II Soul,
Harry Pussy,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.