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 Fiji and from Hong Kong.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 chamberlin 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Moon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Angry Samoans,
Sight & Sound,
The Busters,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Red Krayola,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Chrome,
Parry Music,
The Searchers,
the Swans,
The Sound,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Todd Rundgren,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Donny Hathaway,
Supertramp,
Arab on Radar,
Agitation Free,
Darondo,
Harmonia,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
L. Decosne,
Khruangbin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Eric Dolphy,
Moss Icon,
Bauhaus,
Silicon Teens,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Golliwogs,
Bob Dylan,
Simply Red,
A Certain Ratio,
June Days,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Dark Day,
The Misunderstood,
The Durutti Column,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Adolescents,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Johnny Clarke,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Joe Smooth,
Throbbing Gristle,
The American Breed,
Nirvana,
Soul II Soul,
Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear, Panda Bear.
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.