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 Guinea and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Lou Reed 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 Soul II Soul to the jazz 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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Blake Baxter,
Nick Fraelich,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Roxette,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
Ken Boothe,
Second Layer,
Boredoms,
the Normal,
Ultravox,
Tom Boy,
10cc,
Unrelated Segments,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Subhumans,
Funkadelic,
Dennis Brown,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nas,
Rekid,
Eve St. Jones,
Freddie Wadling,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Halsall,
B.T. Express,
Juan Atkins,
The Gories,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Johnny Clarke,
Model 500,
Harry Pussy,
Ohio Players,
The Stooges,
Zero Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Hashim,
Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Connie Case,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Coltrane,
Neil Young,
The Saints,
June of 44,
Rites of Spring,
David Axelrod,
Soulsonic Force,
X-101,
the Human League,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh, Popol Vuh.
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.