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 Madrid.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Absolute Body Control to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pole. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Easy Going,
The Buckinghams,
Joyce Sims,
Skriet,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Near,
Black Moon,
Trumans Water,
Mad Mike,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
The Fall,
the Human League,
the Association,
Joey Negro,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sällskapet,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Raincoats,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Guru Guru,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
The Blackbyrds,
Wire,
The Slits,
Peter and Kerry,
Delta 5,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dual Sessions,
MC5,
Junior Murvin,
MDC,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Aloha Tigers,
Carl Craig,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Model 500,
Sarah Menescal,
Theoretical Girls,
Lakeside,
Alton Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
The Monochrome Set,
The Dirtbombs,
Robert Görl,
The Smoke,
Kenny Larkin,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
kango's stein massive,
Radiohead,
U.S. Maple,
The Evens,
Bobby Byrd,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Associates, The Associates, The Associates, The Associates.
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.