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 Macedonia and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 David McCallum to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Roxette tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Popol Vuh 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Section 25,
Sonic Youth,
Accadde A,
Jeff Mills,
The Searchers,
Joe Finger,
Barry Ungar,
Essential Logic,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Cowsills,
Supertramp,
The Index,
Underground Resistance,
Brothers Johnson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cybotron,
Qualms,
John Foxx,
Kevin Saunderson,
Amon Düül,
Gang Gang Dance,
Neu!,
Carl Craig,
Kaleidoscope,
Black Flag,
Roger Hodgson,
June of 44,
The Gladiators,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker,
Aural Exciters,
Sound Behaviour,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
FM Einheit,
Joensuu 1685,
Moss Icon,
Youth Brigade,
R.M.O.,
Radio Birdman,
Make Up,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Slick Rick,
Ituana,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jeru the Damaja,
Iggy Pop,
Hasil Adkins,
Blossom Toes,
Davy DMX,
The Fire Engines,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Lalo Schifrin,
Absolute Body Control,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rites of Spring,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt, Judy Mowatt.
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.