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 Madagascar and from Cairo.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Knickerbockers to the crunk 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Con Funk Shun record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Groovy Waters,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Delta 5,
John Cale,
X-Ray Spex,
Trumans Water,
New Order,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Desert Stars,
Depeche Mode,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The J.B.'s,
Jesper Dahlback,
Reagan Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
Soulsonic Force,
the Association,
Malaria!,
Janne Schatter,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
Mad Mike,
The Zeros,
OOIOO,
Swell Maps,
The Gap Band,
The United States of America,
Gong,
Supertramp,
Althea and Donna,
Rosa Yemen,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Andrew Hill,
Massinfluence,
The Saints,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ossler,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tropical Tobacco,
Donald Byrd,
Moebius,
Brothers Johnson,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Jerry's Kids,
The Misunderstood,
Second Layer,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Icehouse,
The Busters,
Funkadelic,
Youth Brigade,
Quando Quango,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bauhaus,
Colin Newman,
The Mighty Diamonds,
MDC, MDC, MDC, MDC.
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.