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 Denmark and from Milan.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
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 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 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 Terry Callier to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
This Heat,
Masters at Work,
Spandau Ballet,
Jeff Mills,
Johnny Osbourne,
Charles Mingus,
The Dead C,
Shoche,
The Litter,
Rosa Yemen,
The Music Machine,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Shuggie Otis,
Silicon Teens,
The Vogues,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
UT,
Crispian St. Peters,
Maurizio,
Sparks,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Brothers Johnson,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joey Negro,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
the Bar-Kays,
Aloha Tigers,
Derrick Morgan,
Duran Duran,
Ken Boothe,
Ronnie Foster,
The Stooges,
Pere Ubu,
Scan 7,
The Young Rascals,
The Searchers,
Ponytail,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
The Seeds,
Pylon,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Remains,
Soul II Soul,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eric B and Rakim,
Porter Ricks,
The Birthday Party,
Slave,
Graham Central Station,
Bronski Beat,
The Slits,
Rod Modell,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.