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 Mozambique and from Seoul.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Dave Gahan to the funk 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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T.S.O.L. 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 an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Clarke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Tropical Tobacco,
Moss Icon,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Yaz,
The Doors,
Panda Bear,
Liliput,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Robert Hood,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Monks,
UT,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rekid,
the Human League,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Godley & Creme,
Khruangbin,
David Bowie,
Buzzcocks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Avey Tare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MDC,
AZ,
The Smiths,
the Soft Cell,
Gong,
Ultra Naté,
Michelle Simonal,
Radio Birdman,
U.S. Maple,
Reuben Wilson,
Bill Wells,
Dennis Brown,
DJ Style,
The Barracudas,
Wally Richardson,
Malaria!,
Das Ding,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Amon Düül,
The Grass Roots,
Mo-Dettes,
Easy Going,
Davy DMX,
Tres Demented,
Connie Case,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.