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 South Africa and from Cairo.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Derrick Morgan to the techno 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 48th St. Collective. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pierre Henry 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Parry Music,
Soft Cell,
This Heat,
Junior Murvin,
Tim Buckley,
Sixth Finger,
Los Fastidios,
The Stooges,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Flipper,
Hot Snakes,
Ken Boothe,
Ten City,
Dawn Penn,
Depeche Mode,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Monochrome Set,
Monks,
Roy Ayers,
The Modern Lovers,
T. Rex,
Nils Olav,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Count Five,
L. Decosne,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
Toni Rubio,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Suburban Knight,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
Thee Headcoats,
Kevin Saunderson,
Visage,
June of 44,
8 Eyed Spy,
Clear Light,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Barbara Tucker,
The Leaves,
The Moody Blues,
Sparks,
Dennis Brown,
Smog,
The Residents,
Trumans Water,
Blancmange,
Godley & Creme,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Lightning Bolt,
Lou Reed,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.