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 Gambia and from Seoul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 DJ Style to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Fluxion,
This Heat,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Crash Course in Science,
Lyres,
Accadde A,
Marc Almond,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flash Fearless,
Prince Buster,
The Gun Club,
The Golliwogs,
The Fall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Stockholm Monsters,
Livin' Joy,
Kas Product,
Zapp,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
Bobby Womack,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rosa Yemen,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Basic Channel,
Chrome,
The Evens,
The Mojo Men,
Nico,
Loose Ends,
Fatback Band,
Yazoo,
Grey Daturas,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
The Invisible,
Nation of Ulysses,
Lakeside,
Minutemen,
Kerri Chandler,
The Count Five,
Blossom Toes,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
the Soft Cell,
Ronan,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
The American Breed,
T.S.O.L.,
Mission of Burma,
Wasted Youth,
Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott, Sugar Minott.
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.