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 Saudi Arabia and from Lille.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Modern Lovers to the jazz 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 Bill Near. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Khruangbin,
Yusef Lateef,
Howard Jones,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Soft Cell,
Marvin Gaye,
JFA,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
Ultimate Spinach,
Metal Thangz,
Quando Quango,
The Associates,
The Misunderstood,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Neil Young,
The Angels of Light,
Urselle,
Infiniti,
Brass Construction,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Main Source,
Freddie Wadling,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Grandmaster Flash,
Stiv Bators,
Joy Division,
June Days,
the Soft Cell,
Sound Behaviour,
David Bowie,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jerry's Kids,
Niagra,
The J.B.'s,
Aloha Tigers,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Fad Gadget,
Dark Day,
Buzzcocks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Moby Grape,
Pulsallama,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Darondo,
New Order,
The Tremeloes,
Y Pants,
Electric Prunes,
Ronnie Foster,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Funkadelic,
Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet, Faraquet.
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.