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 Tonga and from Johannesburg.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 The Buckinghams to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agitation Free record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Bad Manners,
Monolake,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kerri Chandler,
Sun Ra,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Womack,
Television Personalities,
Man Parrish,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultra Naté,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bobby Byrd,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Negative Approach,
Quantec,
The Wake,
Aaron Thompson,
Johnny Clarke,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Crooked Eye,
Andrew Hill,
the Fania All-Stars,
Second Layer,
Mandrill,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aloha Tigers,
Dual Sessions,
Rufus Thomas,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bootsy Collins,
Kas Product,
Con Funk Shun,
Dorothy Ashby,
Unwound,
Derrick May,
X-Ray Spex,
The Invisible,
Make Up,
Von Mondo,
Flash Fearless,
Henry Cow,
Echospace,
Kaleidoscope,
Trumans Water,
Throbbing Gristle,
Babytalk,
Moebius,
Gang Starr,
The Fall,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Rites of Spring,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Bauhaus,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Gang Dance,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.