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 Swaziland and from Lille.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator 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 Au Pairs to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Hashim. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scan 7 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
The Buckinghams,
Todd Terry,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nas,
Minutemen,
Lou Christie,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Jeru the Damaja,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Warsaw,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Skriet,
Sam Rivers,
Hoover,
Joe Smooth,
Brick,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Organ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mission of Burma,
Jandek,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pole,
OOIOO,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Silicon Teens,
ABC,
Radiopuhelimet,
Parry Music,
Yusef Lateef,
The Birthday Party,
Altered Images,
Crash Course in Science,
Television Personalities,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Guru Guru,
Essential Logic,
Lucky Dragons,
Peter and Kerry,
Terry Callier,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Count Five,
Terrestrial Tones,
Judy Mowatt,
Wings,
The Fortunes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Quando Quango,
Swans,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Moleskins,
The Detroit Cobras,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
Q and Not U,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.