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 Finland and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Offenders to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Technova record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
James White and The Blacks,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Lyres,
Visage,
Dead Boys,
Amon Düül II,
Jerry's Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
The Litter,
Royal Trux,
Maurizio,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Panda Bear,
Cheater Slicks,
Rapeman,
Gang Green,
Gong,
Niagra,
Howard Jones,
Matthew Halsall,
Big Daddy Kane,
Motorama,
The Gories,
Albert Ayler,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Nik Kershaw,
Scientists,
Ultra Naté,
Zero Boys,
New Age Steppers,
Monks,
Joe Smooth,
Man Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nils Olav,
The Remains,
Pere Ubu,
Underground Resistance,
Kurtis Blow,
The Selecter,
Wings,
Toni Rubio,
The Young Rascals,
Camberwell Now,
Country Teasers,
Pulsallama,
The Trojans,
David Bowie,
the Sonics,
the Normal,
Urselle,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Main Source,
Soulsonic Force,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cure,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.