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 Kyrgyzstan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 JFA to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dirtbombs 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Godley & Creme,
Warsaw,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Fad Gadget,
Surgeon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Gang Gang Dance,
Faust,
DJ Sneak,
Dave Gahan,
Pantaleimon,
The Moody Blues,
Pet Shop Boys,
the Human League,
Joe Finger,
The Techniques,
Rosa Yemen,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Matthew Halsall,
Radiohead,
Deepchord,
Japan,
Cal Tjader,
Yazoo,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Minny Pops,
Scrapy,
Peter and Kerry,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Intrusion,
Bronski Beat,
Susan Cadogan,
Freddie Wadling,
Wire,
Rod Modell,
Heaven 17,
Metal Thangz,
Spoonie Gee,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Blossom Toes,
Rhythm & Sound,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jacob Miller,
The Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
Absolute Body Control,
Excepter,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk, Rahsaan Roland Kirk.
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.