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 Sierra Leone and from Lille.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 guitar 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 Scrapy to the techno 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 Michelle Simonal. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Lindisfarne,
Moebius,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Sex Pistols,
The Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mandrill,
Mr. Review,
Tears for Fears,
the Slits,
James White and The Blacks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Clear Light,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
Metal Thangz,
the Bar-Kays,
Girls At Our Best!,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Icehouse,
Matthew Halsall,
Sun Ra,
Sound Behaviour,
Easy Going,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
The Modern Lovers,
Crash Course in Science,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deepchord,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Infiniti,
The Beau Brummels,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Throbbing Gristle,
Flash Fearless,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Severed Heads,
Camberwell Now,
Max Romeo,
Aural Exciters,
Chrome,
MC5,
Dark Day,
Kas Product,
Pierre Henry,
Mission of Burma,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Red Krayola,
Minutemen,
Skarface,
Ohio Players,
Bobby Sherman,
Donny Hathaway,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.