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 Japan and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 mellotron 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 Scrapy to the electroclash 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 Donald Byrd. All the underground hits.
All The Divine Comedy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Eli Mardock,
Rekid,
James White and The Blacks,
Sister Nancy,
Massinfluence,
Babytalk,
The Techniques,
Deadbeat,
Althea and Donna,
Niagra,
Charles Mingus,
Agent Orange,
Boogie Down Productions,
Youth Brigade,
Matthew Bourne,
The Trojans,
Gang Starr,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Deakin,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sparks,
The Invisible,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Divine Comedy,
Sun Ra,
Fat Boys,
Moss Icon,
Letta Mbulu,
Freddie Wadling,
Skarface,
F. McDonald,
Nik Kershaw,
Joensuu 1685,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
The Busters,
In Retrospect,
Pierre Henry,
The Music Machine,
Scratch Acid,
H. Thieme,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Dead C,
Gang of Four,
Marshall Jefferson,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Roy Ayers,
KRS-One,
Fluxion,
Altered Images,
Sight & Sound,
Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck, Jesper Dahlbäck.
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.