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 Korea North and from Spokane.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Lebanon Hanover to the rock 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 The Toasters. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eve St. Jones 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visage,
X-102,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
Carl Craig,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Victims,
Radio Birdman,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Sound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gichy Dan,
The Fall,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dave Clark Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Chris & Cosey,
The Saints,
Hashim,
The Fortunes,
Sparks,
Spandau Ballet,
Minor Threat,
The New Christs,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Eric Dolphy,
The Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Mad Mike,
Blake Baxter,
the Soft Cell,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Amon Düül,
Fluxion,
Pole,
Absolute Body Control,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Anakelly,
The Happenings,
Monks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Mission of Burma,
The Names,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moss Icon,
Flash Fearless,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Johnny Osbourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Dorothy Ashby,
Tubeway Army,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May, Derrick May.
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.