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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 synthesizer 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 Byron Stingily 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 Sister Nancy. All the underground hits.
All Monolake tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tres Demented 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Saints,
Grauzone,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Divine Comedy,
Byron Stingily,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Chris & Cosey,
Black Flag,
Boz Scaggs,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Doobie Brothers,
Severed Heads,
Mandrill,
Joey Negro,
Fluxion,
Graham Central Station,
Sixth Finger,
Sällskapet,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Leonard Cohen,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Youth Brigade,
Yaz,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
Agent Orange,
cv313,
Kaleidoscope,
Marc Almond,
Ossler,
Shoche,
The Stooges,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Amazonics,
The Fugs,
Outsiders,
Quando Quango,
Crispian St. Peters,
David Axelrod,
The Pretty Things,
Erasure,
Whodini,
the Swans,
Nas,
Bluetip,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fat Boys,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gichy Dan,
Terry Callier,
Blossom Toes,
48th St. Collective,
Niagra,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
Nick Fraelich,
Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red, Simply Red.
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.