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 Turkmenistan and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Flash Fearless to the rap 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
Tommy Roe,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moebius,
Scientists,
ABC,
Scan 7,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Kas Product,
Stetsasonic,
Darondo,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Banda Bassotti,
Duran Duran,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Country Teasers,
Ronnie Foster,
Fugazi,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Grey Daturas,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rites of Spring,
a-ha,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Suburban Knight,
Pierre Henry,
Zapp,
Con Funk Shun,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mark Hollis,
The Leaves,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Starr,
Oblivians,
The Pop Group,
Heaven 17,
Scion,
The Invisible,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bill Wells,
The Star Department,
Newcleus,
Easy Going,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Ultra Naté,
Laurel Aitken,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Chris Corsano,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Skatalites,
Schoolly D,
Unrelated Segments,
Y Pants,
Alphaville,
New Age Steppers,
Jesper Dahlback,
Matthew Halsall,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music, Roxy Music.
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.