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 Albania and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 theremin 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 The Kinks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 A Flock of Seagulls. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Susan Cadogan,
Crash Course in Science,
Maurizio,
Soul II Soul,
Pantytec,
Theoretical Girls,
Terry Callier,
Ohio Players,
Ronan,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Babytalk,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Intrusion,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Man Parrish,
Young Marble Giants,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Divine Comedy,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marshall Jefferson,
Robert Wyatt,
Dorothy Ashby,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
The Fortunes,
Magazine,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scion,
F. McDonald,
Heaven 17,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Negative Approach,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Red Krayola,
Technova,
The Martian,
Electric Prunes,
The Cure,
Todd Terry,
Lebanon Hanover,
Wasted Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Jeru the Damaja,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ten City,
The Techniques,
Groovy Waters,
Tears for Fears,
Urselle,
Nico,
Gil Scott Heron,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Jawbox,
Infiniti,
Altered Images,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.