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 Comoros and from Mumbai.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 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 The J.B.'s to the punk 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Young Marble Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Motions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Jeff Mills,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fire Engines,
The Black Dice,
H. Thieme,
Junior Murvin,
the Slits,
The Selecter,
Goldenarms,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pagans,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Skarface,
Byron Stingily,
Ultimate Spinach,
Neu!,
Blossom Toes,
Delon & Dalcan,
Magazine,
X-Ray Spex,
Neil Young,
Agent Orange,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erasure,
Deakin,
Brass Construction,
Television,
the Bar-Kays,
Bush Tetras,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Malaria!,
John Holt,
Gang of Four,
the Sonics,
David Bowie,
Eve St. Jones,
MDC,
Adolescents,
Q65,
The Fuzztones,
Arab on Radar,
Cal Tjader,
Lou Christie,
Motorama,
Darondo,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vladislav Delay,
Arthur Verocai,
Black Bananas,
E-Dancer,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
10cc,
Peter and Kerry,
Yellowson,
Pantaleimon,
Babytalk,
Mark Hollis,
Pharoah Sanders,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.