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 Morocco and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skarface record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Funkadelic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma,
Scion,
Silicon Teens,
Chris Corsano,
Hardrive,
Byron Stingily,
Pylon,
Trumans Water,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Ohio Players,
Susan Cadogan,
Leonard Cohen,
Adolescents,
Cheater Slicks,
Intrusion,
The Move,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sandy B,
Althea and Donna,
Gichy Dan,
Tomorrow,
Drexciya,
8 Eyed Spy,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soft Cell,
Lightning Bolt,
John Coltrane,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Audionom,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Red Krayola,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Mummies,
Isaac Hayes,
Nas,
EPMD,
Eric B and Rakim,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Make Up,
Unwound,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Knickerbockers,
Lyres,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Flag,
Bobbi Humphrey,
CMW,
Wings,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Invisible,
Infiniti,
Pierre Henry,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.