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 Burkina and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 ABBA to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sisters of Mercy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mr. Review,
The Gories,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Cybotron,
Whodini,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New York Dolls,
Intrusion,
Japan,
The Pop Group,
Joey Negro,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
The Five Americans,
Andrew Hill,
Robert Wyatt,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
Soul Sonic Force,
Moss Icon,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Litter,
Bronski Beat,
Lucky Dragons,
Interpol,
The Index,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
the Swans,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy Collins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
48th St. Collective,
The Mummies,
Icehouse,
Jacques Brel,
Rosa Yemen,
Ultra Naté,
Danielle Patucci,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Associates,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Popol Vuh,
Sparks,
Max Romeo,
Bob Dylan,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
DJ Style,
China Crisis,
The Cure,
The Sound,
A Certain Ratio,
The Dead C,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.