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 Japan and from London.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Real Kids to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cluster. All the underground hits.
All Gang Gang Dance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fela Kuti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Shoche,
Mission of Burma,
David McCallum,
Big Daddy Kane,
Drive Like Jehu,
Sister Nancy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Grey Daturas,
Steve Hackett,
Monks,
ABBA,
La Düsseldorf,
Marc Almond,
The Smoke,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
Eddi Front,
Khruangbin,
The Stooges,
Moss Icon,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Davy DMX,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Schoolly D,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Freddie Wadling,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Fire Engines,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marcia Griffiths,
Joyce Sims,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Motorama,
Dennis Brown,
Arcadia,
Blancmange,
Swans,
Porter Ricks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Kas Product,
Warren Ellis,
Graham Central Station,
In Retrospect,
Hot Snakes,
Zapp,
Magazine,
Rekid,
X-101,
Warsaw,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
New Order,
Deakin,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker, Scott Walker.
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.