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 Malta and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Magma to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Lizzy Mercier Descloux tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Fad Gadget,
Q65,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Livin' Joy,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Public Image Ltd.,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
The Golliwogs,
Eric Dolphy,
Stereo Dub,
The Divine Comedy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Gang of Four,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Soul Sonic Force,
Franke,
Dark Day,
The Happenings,
Junior Murvin,
U.S. Maple,
Crispian St. Peters,
Neu!,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Laurel Aitken,
Isaac Hayes,
Underground Resistance,
The Birthday Party,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Theoretical Girls,
John Holt,
The Knickerbockers,
Joyce Sims,
Joey Negro,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Music Machine,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Ultravox,
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Danielle Patucci,
MDC,
Monks,
Nils Olav,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bobbi Humphrey,
La Düsseldorf,
K-Klass,
The Neon Judgement,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Five Americans,
Lower 48,
Drive Like Jehu,
the Human League,
Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas, Rufus Thomas.
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.