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 Ukraine and from Tehran.
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 Halifax and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 theremin 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 Chrome to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
Reuben Wilson,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nas,
Soft Machine,
Whodini,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bill Near,
The Invisible,
the Association,
Alice Coltrane,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
Malaria!,
The Young Rascals,
Derrick Morgan,
Bob Dylan,
Eddi Front,
Neu!,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Main Source,
Marvin Gaye,
Stetsasonic,
Morten Harket,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
The Fall,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slave,
the Germs,
Tubeway Army,
Television Personalities,
Crime,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
The Leaves,
The Names,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soul Sonic Force,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Livin' Joy,
Lightning Bolt,
Grauzone,
Pantaleimon,
Ultravox,
CMW,
Maleditus Sound,
Alison Limerick,
The Fuzztones,
Mr. Review,
Soulsonic Force,
Rufus Thomas,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.