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 India and from Madrid.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Names to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mojo Men,
Hot Snakes,
Skaos,
Television,
Yusef Lateef,
X-101,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Happenings,
Joy Division,
Idris Muhammad,
ABC,
Duran Duran,
Fatback Band,
Japan,
Wire,
The Knickerbockers,
The Divine Comedy,
Kayak,
Sarah Menescal,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Victims,
David Axelrod,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
The Birthday Party,
Man Parrish,
Visage,
Harry Pussy,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Royal Trux,
Agitation Free,
the Human League,
Cluster,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Hardrive,
Grandmaster Flash,
Barbara Tucker,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Alton Ellis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
Lightning Bolt,
World's Most,
DJ Style,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Peter and Kerry,
The Raincoats,
Make Up,
Camberwell Now,
Bluetip,
Ten City,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lakeside,
FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit, FM Einheit.
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.