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 Georgia 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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud to the techno kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Desert Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Todd Terry,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Neon Judgement,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Trojans,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
David Bowie,
Talk Talk,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Smiths,
Youth Brigade,
Mr. Review,
Howard Jones,
B.T. Express,
Organ,
Quantec,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Dirtbombs,
Hot Snakes,
Johnny Clarke,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Qualms,
Barrington Levy,
Eli Mardock,
Agitation Free,
Yazoo,
Eden Ahbez,
Whodini,
Grauzone,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Marcia Griffiths,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
Porter Ricks,
Black Bananas,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Harmonia,
Sex Pistols,
Buzzcocks,
Nik Kershaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Wake,
The United States of America,
Joe Smooth,
The Angels of Light,
Joe Finger,
New Order,
Eric Dolphy,
Fad Gadget,
Camouflage,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeru the Damaja,
Prince Buster,
Funky Four + One,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.