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 Guinea and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the oboe 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 Interpol to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Massinfluence record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mantronix record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slits,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sonic Youth,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
Bronski Beat,
MC5,
Byron Stingily,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Last Poets,
Kayak,
The Human League,
The Golliwogs,
Mantronix,
Nils Olav,
Pet Shop Boys,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
The Mojo Men,
Arcadia,
Marmalade,
kango's stein massive,
Anakelly,
Alton Ellis,
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gang of Four,
Fad Gadget,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Warsaw,
Mark Hollis,
Avey Tare,
Donald Byrd,
Dark Day,
Can,
Funky Four + One,
The Gap Band,
The Dead C,
Fatback Band,
Skaos,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Nik Kershaw,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Cal Tjader,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Erasure,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tomorrow,
Cymande,
Peter & Gordon,
Hashim,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mary Jane Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Von Mondo,
Spoonie Gee,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
a-ha,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.