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 the UAE and from Sao Paulo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 organ 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 Metal Thangz to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & Metallica record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Spandau Ballet,
Roger Hodgson,
Jerry's Kids,
Todd Rundgren,
Alice Coltrane,
Hardrive,
Au Pairs,
Rekid,
Arcadia,
Goldenarms,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Steve Hackett,
Marc Almond,
Camouflage,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nick Fraelich,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mad Mike,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Byrd,
Kevin Saunderson,
Warren Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Harry Pussy,
Nils Olav,
Black Sheep,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Lou Reed,
Eric Dolphy,
UT,
The Dave Clark Five,
China Crisis,
Lindisfarne,
T. Rex,
Tropical Tobacco,
Adolescents,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Porter Ricks,
Lightning Bolt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
the Normal,
Schoolly D,
Ossler,
Grauzone,
Duran Duran,
Spoonie Gee,
Angry Samoans,
Khruangbin,
Marvin Gaye,
Supertramp,
the Sonics,
The Busters, The Busters, The Busters, The Busters.
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.