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 Spain and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 arpeggiator 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 June Days 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Cabaret Voltaire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Skriet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Fluxion,
Donald Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Siglo XX,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roxette,
Wire,
Rhythm & Sound,
Silicon Teens,
Thompson Twins,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kenny Larkin,
Sex Pistols,
Audionom,
Marine Girls,
The Wake,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Crime,
Man Parrish,
Banda Bassotti,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
DNA,
H. Thieme,
MC5,
Youth Brigade,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Saccharine Trust,
Bang On A Can,
The Gladiators,
Crooked Eye,
Metal Thangz,
John Foxx,
Ronan,
Pet Shop Boys,
This Heat,
Donny Hathaway,
Marvin Gaye,
The Doors,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sandy B,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jesper Dahlback,
Newcleus,
The Sonics,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Red Krayola,
June of 44,
Severed Heads,
Idris Muhammad,
Ronnie Foster,
Au Pairs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Arab on Radar,
Young Marble Giants,
The Real Kids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bluetip,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.