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 Austria and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 JFA to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jeff Mills. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Wire,
Blossom Toes,
John Holt,
Sound Behaviour,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Chris & Cosey,
Scrapy,
Nico,
The Trojans,
EPMD,
kango's stein massive,
Junior Murvin,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Leaves,
The Detroit Cobras,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Schoolly D,
Lyres,
The Knickerbockers,
Second Layer,
Agitation Free,
Pierre Henry,
Neu!,
La Düsseldorf,
B.T. Express,
Ituana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Fugazi,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jeru the Damaja,
Charles Mingus,
Urselle,
Jeff Mills,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boz Scaggs,
Cheater Slicks,
Lou Reed,
The Zeros,
Byron Stingily,
Sällskapet,
Gong,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Minny Pops,
Icehouse,
Moby Grape,
Little Man,
Neil Young,
Ronan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Beau Brummels,
Pantytec,
Andrew Hill,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fela Kuti,
Bill Near,
New Age Steppers,
Eric Copeland,
Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps, Swell Maps.
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.