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 Malta and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Mexico City.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Niagra to the electroclash 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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All John Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Justin Hinds & The Dominoes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Pantaleimon,
Bauhaus,
Wasted Youth,
Fat Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Iggy Pop,
Royal Trux,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Graham Central Station,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
The Offenders,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
In Retrospect,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
the Soft Cell,
L. Decosne,
Roxy Music,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
T.S.O.L.,
Lyres,
Country Teasers,
The Martian,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Sound Behaviour,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Underground Resistance,
the Germs,
Eden Ahbez,
H. Thieme,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Invisible,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Tres Demented,
Heaven 17,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Saccharine Trust,
Clear Light,
Suburban Knight,
Newcleus,
Robert Hood,
This Heat,
Robert Görl,
The Monochrome Set,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.