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 Montenegro and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Reagan Youth to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Interpol. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell,
Mission of Burma,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Techniques,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Electric Prunes,
Dave Gahan,
Dorothy Ashby,
Neu!,
Faraquet,
Tommy Roe,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
The Fugs,
Scott Walker,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Colin Newman,
The Velvet Underground,
Fluxion,
Eric B and Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sexual Harrassment,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Almond,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Funkadelic,
Kas Product,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gang Green,
The Durutti Column,
Jeff Mills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
the Association,
The Buckinghams,
Bobby Sherman,
Magma,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Scion,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
The Vogues,
Harry Pussy,
Ronnie Foster,
Kenny Larkin,
Lakeside,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Thee Headcoats,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.