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 Vietnam and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 the Soft Cell to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-101,
Maurizio,
Jesper Dahlback,
Colin Newman,
Surgeon,
Thee Headcoats,
T.S.O.L.,
Boredoms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nico,
Wolf Eyes,
Goldenarms,
Minutemen,
The Mummies,
The Music Machine,
Althea and Donna,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Delta 5,
Flipper,
Pierre Henry,
Vladislav Delay,
Oblivians,
Zapp,
Silicon Teens,
Quando Quango,
Gichy Dan,
Blossom Toes,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Scientists,
Man Parrish,
Ultra Naté,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Selecter,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Zero Boys,
Minnie Riperton,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
Wasted Youth,
Matthew Bourne,
Gerry Rafferty,
Kayak,
The Motions,
Terry Callier,
June Days,
Loose Ends,
Wings,
The Happenings,
Slick Rick,
Panda Bear,
The Dirtbombs,
Pylon,
Dark Day,
Smog,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Associates,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
Maleditus Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish, Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish.
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.