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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manila.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Gregory Isaacs to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Johnny Clarke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The New Christs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Organ record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
Oblivians,
The Techniques,
Bluetip,
Los Fastidios,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Vogues,
Iggy Pop,
The Tremeloes,
Saccharine Trust,
Tubeway Army,
Matthew Bourne,
Popol Vuh,
Joe Smooth,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ralphi Rosario,
Zapp,
Albert Ayler,
Ice-T,
Wally Richardson,
Janne Schatter,
Vladislav Delay,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
the Normal,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
Dead Boys,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Flash Fearless,
Can,
Jeff Mills,
The Sonics,
Das Ding,
the Soft Cell,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
The Detroit Cobras,
Echospace,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Warsaw,
Bronski Beat,
Dave Gahan,
Bill Near,
Scientists,
Aswad,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Delta 5,
Dennis Brown,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Idris Muhammad,
Isaac Hayes,
Ten City,
Eve St. Jones,
Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls, Theoretical Girls.
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.