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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Bremen.
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 snare 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 Visage to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Desert Stars,
Aural Exciters,
Arcadia,
Marvin Gaye,
The Sonics,
Funky Four + One,
Newcleus,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
EPMD,
Gang Starr,
the Normal,
Bill Wells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Severed Heads,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Lindisfarne,
Dead Boys,
Outsiders,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Index,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Smoke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Raincoats,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Terrestrial Tones,
Fluxion,
Curtis Mayfield,
Buzzcocks,
Skriet,
The Moody Blues,
Hasil Adkins,
Goldenarms,
Deakin,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yellowson,
Swans,
The Names,
Ultra Naté,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Wire,
Monks,
The Divine Comedy,
D'Angelo,
Bauhaus,
John Holt,
Brand Nubian,
David McCallum,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lightning Bolt,
Silicon Teens,
Stockholm Monsters,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lou Reed,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.