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 Denmark and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Lakeside to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spoonie Gee record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Soft Cell,
Qualms,
Average White Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
CMW,
Fluxion,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
The Doobie Brothers,
The American Breed,
Joe Finger,
Darondo,
Jacob Miller,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
The Skatalites,
Lindisfarne,
Peter and Kerry,
La Düsseldorf,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Matthew Halsall,
Crooked Eye,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Erykah Badu,
The Monochrome Set,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Gladiators,
Henry Cow,
Absolute Body Control,
Magma,
Make Up,
Yellowson,
Sound Behaviour,
Minor Threat,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Flipper,
The Divine Comedy,
Sex Pistols,
Oneida,
The Techniques,
Yaz,
Echospace,
The Monks,
Gichy Dan,
Kaleidoscope,
Skarface,
Eli Mardock,
Matthew Bourne,
Josef K,
Nils Olav,
Deepchord,
Unrelated Segments,
Harpers Bizarre,
Youth Brigade,
Grey Daturas,
Procol Harum,
Brass Construction,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.