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 San Marino and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Zapp. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Davy DMX,
Basic Channel,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Clear Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alison Limerick,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Fugs,
Cluster,
Stetsasonic,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Lebanon Hanover,
Quadrant,
Derrick Morgan,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gastr Del Sol,
T. Rex,
the Slits,
The American Breed,
Wasted Youth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tommy Roe,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Supertramp,
10cc,
Sparks,
Skarface,
Soulsonic Force,
Infiniti,
Lou Reed,
Inner City,
Marcia Griffiths,
Au Pairs,
The Fall,
Sixth Finger,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sun City Girls,
Reuben Wilson,
James White and The Blacks,
The Saints,
Lalann,
Moebius,
Spandau Ballet,
Main Source,
Mars,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells, The Standells, The Standells, The Standells.
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.