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 Salvador.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron 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 The Monochrome Set to the techno 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 The Angels of Light. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Theoretical Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alison Limerick,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Chris & Cosey,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Public Enemy,
The Count Five,
FM Einheit,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gong,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Maleditus Sound,
Darondo,
Connie Case,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Human League,
the Germs,
Oblivians,
Swans,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Unwound,
The Remains,
Deakin,
Joensuu 1685,
Bobby Womack,
June of 44,
Todd Rundgren,
Aswad,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pantaleimon,
China Crisis,
New Order,
Brothers Johnson,
Section 25,
The Knickerbockers,
Lalann,
Reagan Youth,
The Kinks,
Arab on Radar,
Talk Talk,
Wire,
The Mummies,
Derrick May,
Scion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nick Fraelich,
X-Ray Spex,
Mark Hollis,
Slick Rick,
Rotary Connection,
the Fania All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Q65,
Ohio Players,
Skaos,
Moss Icon,
Pulsallama,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.