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 Bulgaria and from Mexico City.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Scott Walker to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Bill Wells,
Magma,
Marine Girls,
Wasted Youth,
The Wake,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eurythmics,
The Dead C,
Little Man,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Alarm Clocks,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Iggy Pop,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Glenn Branca,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Raincoats,
The Gladiators,
Dave Gahan,
The Moleskins,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül,
kango's stein massive,
The Shadows of Knight,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Litter,
ABC,
Jawbox,
Big Daddy Kane,
10cc,
Nick Fraelich,
Lakeside,
Negative Approach,
A Certain Ratio,
Agitation Free,
The Birthday Party,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Susan Cadogan,
Cymande,
Mission of Burma,
The Gap Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Swell Maps,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Index,
Freddie Wadling,
Radiohead,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pole,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Young Rascals,
K-Klass,
ABBA,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Delta 5,
The Sound,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lower 48,
Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids, Jerry's Kids.
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.