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 Cuba and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 oboe 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Major Organ And The Adding Machine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Sound Behaviour,
the Association,
Pantaleimon,
Television,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Golliwogs,
Little Man,
Janne Schatter,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gong,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Human League,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Spandau Ballet,
Scan 7,
Youth Brigade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lakeside,
Don Cherry,
H. Thieme,
Mars,
Qualms,
Lee Hazlewood,
Technova,
Kayak,
Alphaville,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lower 48,
Chrome,
Donny Hathaway,
Gichy Dan,
Joey Negro,
In Retrospect,
Todd Terry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Crooked Eye,
Depeche Mode,
X-102,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Knickerbockers,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers,
The Skatalites,
The Motions,
Johnny Clarke,
A Certain Ratio,
Oblivians,
Pantytec,
Schoolly D,
Zero Boys,
Marvin Gaye,
Delta 5,
The Associates,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros, The Zeros.
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.