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 Venezuela and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 808 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 Kas Product to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suicide record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Neu!,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
The Saints,
Andrew Hill,
Juan Atkins,
Eve St. Jones,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Model 500,
Deadbeat,
Joy Division,
Robert Hood,
David McCallum,
Maurizio,
Make Up,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Tubeway Army,
Barrington Levy,
Lyres,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Organ,
a-ha,
PIL,
Fat Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fear,
Warren Ellis,
B.T. Express,
Mission of Burma,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Easy Going,
The Gladiators,
The Birthday Party,
Echospace,
Q65,
The Blues Magoos,
Tomorrow,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
Soulsonic Force,
Silicon Teens,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Mojo Men,
Cymande,
Joey Negro,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Scientists,
Peter and Kerry,
Ludus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Joyce Sims,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Minnie Riperton,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.