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 Australia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Taipei.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Drexciya to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Godley & Creme,
Nik Kershaw,
Can,
Brand Nubian,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bob Dylan,
World's Most,
The Index,
Matthew Halsall,
Mantronix,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Boredoms,
Rekid,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Charles Mingus,
Letta Mbulu,
The Birthday Party,
Silicon Teens,
Trumans Water,
Ultra Naté,
Ultimate Spinach,
Black Bananas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gabor Szabo,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Gap Band,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
The J.B.'s,
Grey Daturas,
Laurel Aitken,
Lou Reed,
Eric B and Rakim,
Kas Product,
Fluxion,
Pharoah Sanders,
JFA,
Rosa Yemen,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Radio Birdman,
Aloha Tigers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Adolescents,
The Zeros,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Bobby Sherman,
The Mojo Men,
Cybotron,
The Vogues,
Unwound,
Jacques Brel,
Don Cherry,
Swell Maps,
The American Breed,
Sight & Sound,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.