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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Lagos.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
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 Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Arab on Radar to the grime 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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Searchers,
Junior Murvin,
The J.B.'s,
Delon & Dalcan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Evens,
Don Cherry,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
The Buckinghams,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Soulsonic Force,
Sugar Minott,
Sly & The Family Stone,
David Axelrod,
Faust,
The Grass Roots,
The Skatalites,
Porter Ricks,
Tubeway Army,
The Cure,
LL Cool J,
Depeche Mode,
Eve St. Jones,
Intrusion,
Visage,
Wasted Youth,
Pylon,
Y Pants,
Crime,
Make Up,
Blancmange,
K-Klass,
Rakim,
Moby Grape,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sound,
Television Personalities,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
Camberwell Now,
Chris Corsano,
Roxette,
John Foxx,
Fad Gadget,
The Knickerbockers,
Hashim,
Hasil Adkins,
Sonny Sharrock,
Alton Ellis,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crash Course in Science,
John Lydon,
The Shadows of Knight,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Hill,
EPMD,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.