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 Columbus.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro 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 Blancmange to the rap 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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Goldenarms,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Babytalk,
Amon Düül II,
the Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Scan 7,
Country Teasers,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
The Modern Lovers,
The Golliwogs,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Inner City,
KRS-One,
Mark Hollis,
Eurythmics,
The Five Americans,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scrapy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kaleidoscope,
H. Thieme,
The Slits,
Liliput,
Icehouse,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Fugs,
Mission of Burma,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Donny Hathaway,
Aloha Tigers,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Negative Approach,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren,
Zapp,
Talk Talk,
the Fania All-Stars,
Japan,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Cecil Taylor,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Joyce Sims,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Count Five,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani, Piero Umiliani.
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.