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 Equatorial Guinea and from Lyon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Basic Channel to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
MC5,
Bluetip,
Ultravox,
Man Parrish,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Davy DMX,
Carl Craig,
Quando Quango,
Sonny Sharrock,
Nas,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lakeside,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Michelle Simonal,
Sister Nancy,
Dennis Brown,
Bad Manners,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
The Wake,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Brothers Johnson,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Scrapy,
The Red Krayola,
The Zeros,
Rotary Connection,
Yazoo,
Ossler,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Jeff Mills,
Roger Hodgson,
Robert Görl,
The Five Americans,
Kas Product,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
Rapeman,
Metal Thangz,
Moby Grape,
Sex Pistols,
Bobby Womack,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Evens,
Bush Tetras,
Peter and Kerry,
Deadbeat,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Popol Vuh,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.