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 Samoa and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Donald Fagen 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 Technova to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Goldenarms tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Freddie Wadling,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-101,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Searchers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry's Kids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Morten Harket,
Rod Modell,
Malaria!,
The Gories,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Johnny Clarke,
Chrome,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Royal Trux,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
John Foxx,
Parry Music,
Shoche,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Görl,
Smog,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
E-Dancer,
Eric Dolphy,
Animal Collective,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Rekid,
Kaleidoscope,
Con Funk Shun,
Sarah Menescal,
The Moleskins,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Nik Kershaw,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gladiators,
The Barracudas,
Eli Mardock,
F. McDonald,
Scott Walker,
The Kinks,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
John Coltrane,
Colin Newman,
Arab on Radar,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Mummies,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.