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 Syria and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum 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 Sound Behaviour to the grunge 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 Bad Manners. All the underground hits.
All The Young Rascals tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ornette Coleman 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siouxsie and the Banshees record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lakeside,
Gichy Dan,
Inner City,
Bob Dylan,
Ronan,
Outsiders,
La Düsseldorf,
Duran Duran,
Lungfish,
Aswad,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
Freddie Wadling,
The Litter,
Barrington Levy,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Bourne,
Moby Grape,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Hoover,
David Axelrod,
Black Moon,
Rod Modell,
Chris Corsano,
R.M.O.,
Mantronix,
PIL,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Roger Hodgson,
The Offenders,
Quantec,
Index,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
Los Fastidios,
K-Klass,
Carl Craig,
Slave,
Babytalk,
Royal Trux,
Talk Talk,
The Cure,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Wire,
The Busters,
Main Source,
Suicide,
The Wake,
Goldenarms,
The Associates,
Kas Product,
Archie Shepp,
Khruangbin,
June of 44,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti, Fela Kuti.
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.