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 Nauru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 Taipei and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 a-ha to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brothers Johnson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brick,
a-ha,
Bill Wells,
Absolute Body Control,
The Moody Blues,
Ice-T,
Joe Finger,
LL Cool J,
Intrusion,
Junior Murvin,
Stiv Bators,
Livin' Joy,
La Düsseldorf,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Soft Machine,
Hasil Adkins,
X-Ray Spex,
Delta 5,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Hood,
Graham Central Station,
L. Decosne,
Jawbox,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Yazoo,
Can,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sisters of Mercy,
DNA,
The Tremeloes,
Neu!,
Morten Harket,
Mission of Burma,
MDC,
Bang On A Can,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Soulsonic Force,
Nico,
The Five Americans,
Laurel Aitken,
Toni Rubio,
Yellowson,
Vainqueur,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Golliwogs,
Camouflage,
Basic Channel,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
The Electric Prunes,
Sugar Minott,
John Lydon,
Janne Schatter,
The Pretty Things,
Moebius,
Lyres,
Gong,
Saccharine Trust,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.