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 Fiji and from Lagos.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Silicon Teens to the rap 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 Toni Rubio. All the underground hits.
All Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Kerrie Biddell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neu!,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Names,
Young Marble Giants,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Association,
Bob Dylan,
Thompson Twins,
Scott Walker,
The Doors,
The Cowsills,
Public Enemy,
Bluetip,
Cluster,
Pharoah Sanders,
LL Cool J,
The Saints,
Unrelated Segments,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Minutemen,
Quando Quango,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Jacob Miller,
Blancmange,
Technova,
Khruangbin,
Max Romeo,
Ludus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Pierre Henry,
World's Most,
Pet Shop Boys,
Angry Samoans,
Banda Bassotti,
This Heat,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Sister Nancy,
FM Einheit,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Niagra,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Desert Stars,
Scratch Acid,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Nation of Ulysses,
Letta Mbulu,
Joey Negro,
The Moleskins,
Black Flag,
Harry Pussy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Delon & Dalcan,
Saccharine Trust,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Steve Hackett,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
B.T. Express,
Ronan,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.