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 Mauritania and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Heaven 17 to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cabaret Voltaire record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Gichy Dan,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Agent Orange,
Chrome,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Lindisfarne,
David Bowie,
Los Fastidios,
Goldenarms,
Gil Scott Heron,
A Certain Ratio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Leonard Cohen,
Aloha Tigers,
Model 500,
Nico,
Hasil Adkins,
Robert Wyatt,
The Beau Brummels,
Boogie Down Productions,
Make Up,
Matthew Bourne,
Lou Christie,
Boz Scaggs,
MDC,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Scrapy,
Excepter,
Soft Machine,
10cc,
Rod Modell,
Roxette,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Cheater Slicks,
Patti Smith,
EPMD,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Siglo XX,
The Stooges,
Gang Starr,
The Durutti Column,
Minny Pops,
Sugar Minott,
Rotary Connection,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The J.B.'s,
The Residents,
Scratch Acid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Johnny Clarke,
La Düsseldorf,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.