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 Benin and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 organ 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge 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 Motions. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hot Snakes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Angels of Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liliput,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
K-Klass,
Morten Harket,
Matthew Halsall,
Livin' Joy,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
Amon Düül II,
Aural Exciters,
Sonic Youth,
Q and Not U,
Black Moon,
Throbbing Gristle,
Mr. Review,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric Dolphy,
Minutemen,
The New Christs,
Panda Bear,
Marmalade,
Sun Ra,
Mad Mike,
Gichy Dan,
Average White Band,
Cluster,
Urselle,
The Zeros,
Tim Buckley,
Crooked Eye,
Warren Ellis,
48th St. Collective,
Derrick May,
Shuggie Otis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dark Day,
The Smoke,
The Leaves,
Alphaville,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
The Techniques,
The Red Krayola,
The Fortunes,
Kevin Saunderson,
Al Stewart,
The Electric Prunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fugazi,
Erykah Badu,
Massinfluence,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Lungfish,
New York Dolls,
Public Image Ltd.,
Swans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Freddie Wadling,
Oblivians,
Sandy B,
F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald, F. McDonald.
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.