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 Greece and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Faust to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Altered Images record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Steve Hackett,
Tropical Tobacco,
Liliput,
Minny Pops,
La Düsseldorf,
Dark Day,
Camouflage,
Easy Going,
Sight & Sound,
Massinfluence,
Q and Not U,
The Moleskins,
Pylon,
Brick,
Lalann,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nas,
New York Dolls,
Skaos,
Sixth Finger,
The Moody Blues,
Mr. Review,
Lower 48,
Bill Near,
Talk Talk,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
Matthew Halsall,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Derrick May,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Cowsills,
The Velvet Underground,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Jeff Lynne,
T. Rex,
Fatback Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
H. Thieme,
Circle Jerks,
Eden Ahbez,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
Sonic Youth,
Peter and Kerry,
Crime,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Little Man,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Aaron Thompson,
Lou Christie,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters, Stockholm Monsters.
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.