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 Czech Republic and from Lagos.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Angels of Light to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronnie Foster 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
Lower 48,
Thompson Twins,
Isaac Hayes,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Soft Cell,
Lindisfarne,
Faraquet,
Shuggie Otis,
The Golliwogs,
The Remains,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Juan Atkins,
Throbbing Gristle,
Funky Four + One,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Aaron Thompson,
The Tremeloes,
Gabor Szabo,
Kenny Larkin,
Mr. Review,
Talk Talk,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Von Mondo,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Gang Gang Dance,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronnie Foster,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Siglo XX,
Jacques Brel,
Ronan,
Sparks,
Qualms,
Sight & Sound,
Mars,
The Walker Brothers,
Derrick Morgan,
Lalann,
T.S.O.L.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Intrusion,
Althea and Donna,
PIL,
The Gladiators,
The Slackers,
The Birthday Party,
B.T. Express,
Metal Thangz,
Underground Resistance,
the Normal,
LL Cool J,
Japan, Japan, Japan, Japan.
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.