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 Swaziland and from Glasgow.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin 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 Men They Couldn't Hang to the techno 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 Little Man. All the underground hits.
All Echo & the Bunnymen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Agent Orange,
Masters at Work,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
Bobby Sherman,
In Retrospect,
Sarah Menescal,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-Ray Spex,
Spandau Ballet,
Barrington Levy,
Scratch Acid,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Ludus,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Deakin,
David Bowie,
The Busters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Grauzone,
Kevin Saunderson,
Letta Mbulu,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Stooges,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Lucky Dragons,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Osbourne,
Black Moon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Eric Dolphy,
Easy Going,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sexual Harrassment,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
Eric Copeland,
Banda Bassotti,
Charles Mingus,
The Young Rascals,
KRS-One,
The Fuzztones,
The Associates,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Pole,
Crime,
Sällskapet,
Theoretical Girls,
Eddi Front,
Al Stewart,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.