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 Azerbaijan and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 spring reverb 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 Mark Hollis to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joy Division record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Coltrane,
The Selecter,
Carl Craig,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Joy Division,
Warren Ellis,
Joe Smooth,
Outsiders,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Average White Band,
The Durutti Column,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
Motorama,
Qualms,
the Normal,
The Music Machine,
The Tremeloes,
Electric Prunes,
The Monochrome Set,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Brick,
Sparks,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Sound,
MDC,
Quadrant,
Ronnie Foster,
Metal Thangz,
Wally Richardson,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rufus Thomas,
Harpers Bizarre,
Parry Music,
The Five Americans,
Au Pairs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Busters,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Lower 48,
Eddi Front,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Chris & Cosey,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Television,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
D'Angelo,
Judy Mowatt,
Guru Guru,
Dawn Penn,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Wolf Eyes,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.