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 Gambia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Goldenarms to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Grey Daturas. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Khruangbin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Dawn Penn,
The Dave Clark Five,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Lightning Bolt,
The Doors,
Matthew Bourne,
Das Ding,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Theoretical Girls,
The Kinks,
Adolescents,
Anthony Braxton,
Warren Ellis,
Roxette,
Hashim,
Spoonie Gee,
Maurizio,
Toni Rubio,
Negative Approach,
Blancmange,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Yellowson,
Minnie Riperton,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mojo Men,
Sparks,
Scion,
Barrington Levy,
The Searchers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Cal Tjader,
The Last Poets,
The Fire Engines,
Drexciya,
Camouflage,
The Alarm Clocks,
Grauzone,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Gang of Four,
Iggy Pop,
D'Angelo,
The Standells,
Can,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
Eddi Front,
Mars,
Lou Christie,
Ronan,
Nas,
The Evens,
John Coltrane,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.