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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 arpeggiator 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 Aaron Thompson to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Mummies. All the underground hits.
All Graham Central Station tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mark Hollis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Dawn Penn,
Kool Moe Dee,
Connie Case,
the Normal,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Deakin,
Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Bauhaus,
Mandrill,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
John Cale,
Procol Harum,
Nik Kershaw,
the Soft Cell,
Subhumans,
Easy Going,
Section 25,
The Offenders,
Max Romeo,
John Holt,
Bang On A Can,
Agent Orange,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
Yaz,
Rosa Yemen,
Yusef Lateef,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Yellowson,
Infiniti,
Make Up,
Ludus,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jeff Lynne,
Crime,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lou Reed,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
Anthony Braxton,
Anakelly,
The Remains,
Bobby Sherman,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
Au Pairs,
Soft Machine,
The Leaves,
The New Christs,
World's Most,
The Busters,
Country Teasers,
Eve St. Jones,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Marc Almond,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.