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 Palau and from Milan.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 A Certain Ratio to the funk 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 Gang Starr. All the underground hits.
All Magazine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
The Pop Group,
T. Rex,
Metal Thangz,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Hashim,
Faust,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Human League,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Heaven 17,
Jawbox,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Idris Muhammad,
Jandek,
Thompson Twins,
Guru Guru,
Steve Hackett,
Iggy Pop,
Rod Modell,
Cabaret Voltaire,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Birthday Party,
Hoover,
Kas Product,
Khruangbin,
Desert Stars,
Babytalk,
Newcleus,
Howard Jones,
The Doors,
Kool Moe Dee,
the Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy,
Zapp,
Patti Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Outsiders,
Al Stewart,
Trumans Water,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Junior Murvin,
Morten Harket,
The Motions,
The Neon Judgement,
Ice-T,
T.S.O.L.,
Soft Cell,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
Arcadia,
Subhumans,
June Days,
Television,
Oblivians,
Girls At Our Best!,
Buzzcocks,
Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick, Slick Rick.
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.