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 Samoa and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 organ 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 Ultramagnetic MC's to the jazz 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Remains,
Barry Ungar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Hardrive,
R.M.O.,
Barclay James Harvest,
Talk Talk,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Leonard Cohen,
Yazoo,
Neil Young,
China Crisis,
Zapp,
Tom Boy,
cv313,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Saccharine Trust,
The Cure,
The Gun Club,
The Stooges,
Joy Division,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Adolescents,
Unwound,
Arcadia,
Gang Starr,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sight & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Chrome,
The Count Five,
Pussy Galore,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Franke,
Technova,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Cameo,
The Selecter,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Smoke,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
Crispy Ambulance,
Michelle Simonal,
Howard Jones,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Half Japanese,
Ken Boothe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Walker Brothers,
Black Moon,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.