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 Monaco and from Edmonton.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 arpeggiator 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 Real Kids to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deepchord record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sonic Youth,
Echospace,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Roger Hodgson,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roxette,
Lower 48,
The J.B.'s,
Big Daddy Kane,
Amon Düül,
Ohio Players,
The Mummies,
New Order,
The Divine Comedy,
Pantaleimon,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Human League,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Dead C,
Jeff Mills,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Five Americans,
Glambeats Corp.,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Sun Ra,
Derrick May,
The Cramps,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ultimate Spinach,
New York Dolls,
Judy Mowatt,
Pagans,
Hasil Adkins,
Delta 5,
Second Layer,
The Star Department,
The Trojans,
The Monochrome Set,
The Moody Blues,
Public Enemy,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Laurel Aitken,
Infiniti,
A Certain Ratio,
Dead Boys,
The Standells,
Bauhaus,
Livin' Joy,
Joy Division,
Josef K,
Ornette Coleman,
Little Man,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wolf Eyes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rites of Spring,
Joey Negro,
Adolescents,
Charles Mingus,
Be Bop Deluxe,
B.T. Express,
Kerrie Biddell,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.