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 Angola and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Rapeman to the electroclash 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 Juan Atkins. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Model 500,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
Laurel Aitken,
The Motions,
The Selecter,
Mad Mike,
Frankie Knuckles,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Niagra,
This Heat,
The Doors,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
MC5,
Sparks,
R.M.O.,
The Modern Lovers,
Cecil Taylor,
The Toasters,
Crispy Ambulance,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ronnie Foster,
Howard Jones,
Kenny Larkin,
Grey Daturas,
Roger Hodgson,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Al Stewart,
The Mummies,
Byron Stingily,
The Walker Brothers,
Roxette,
Youth Brigade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Blossom Toes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sällskapet,
Skaos,
Robert Hood,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Sixth Finger,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crime,
Iggy Pop,
Drive Like Jehu,
Junior Murvin,
L. Decosne,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
Gang of Four,
Warren Ellis,
Jandek,
Deadbeat,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Unrelated Segments,
Section 25,
Marshall Jefferson,
Adolescents,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.