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 Burundi and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 spring reverb 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 The Red Krayola to the grime 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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All DJ Sneak tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every E-Dancer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Buzzcocks,
The Saints,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Wings,
Marshall Jefferson,
Byron Stingily,
Gang Gang Dance,
ABC,
Mars,
Reuben Wilson,
The Associates,
Delta 5,
Index,
the Normal,
Jeru the Damaja,
Clear Light,
Alton Ellis,
CMW,
Spandau Ballet,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bush Tetras,
AZ,
Ronnie Foster,
Unrelated Segments,
Mark Hollis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Wire,
Public Image Ltd.,
Malaria!,
The Birthday Party,
Underground Resistance,
Gang Starr,
Darondo,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mantronix,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Cameo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
E-Dancer,
Amazonics,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bad Manners,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Radiohead,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
LL Cool J,
The Gladiators,
The Gories,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ultra Naté,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Fall,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.