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 Burundi and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manila.
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 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 Wally Richardson to the disco 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Khruangbin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Smiths record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barclay James Harvest,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Fania All-Stars,
Goldenarms,
Kenny Larkin,
Grauzone,
Zapp,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
Clear Light,
Yellowson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marmalade,
The Beau Brummels,
The Grass Roots,
The Busters,
Cecil Taylor,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Scientists,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bizarre Inc.,
June Days,
The Stooges,
Traffic Nightmare,
Colin Newman,
Yazoo,
Freddie Wadling,
Pharoah Sanders,
Neu!,
Wasted Youth,
Main Source,
Josef K,
Pulsallama,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Fuzztones,
Judy Mowatt,
One Last Wish,
Rod Modell,
Junior Murvin,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
New Order,
David Bowie,
Vainqueur,
Nick Fraelich,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Wolf Eyes,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ludus,
DJ Style,
John Coltrane,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Joy Division,
Kayak,
Amon Düül,
Q65,
Matthew Bourne,
Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus, Black Pus.
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.