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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 linndrum 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 Soft Cell to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Simply Red tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bad Manners 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Bourne,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Alison Limerick,
Grauzone,
Soft Machine,
Crooked Eye,
Fad Gadget,
The Raincoats,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Nico,
Excepter,
Brass Construction,
Wally Richardson,
Wolf Eyes,
K-Klass,
Kaleidoscope,
Soul II Soul,
Model 500,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yaz,
Morten Harket,
Zapp,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Index,
The Evens,
Sound Behaviour,
Masters at Work,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barbara Tucker,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rotary Connection,
Schoolly D,
the Swans,
Jacques Brel,
Reagan Youth,
Maurizio,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Blackbyrds,
the Bar-Kays,
Pierre Henry,
Quadrant,
Fugazi,
Crispian St. Peters,
Moebius,
Mantronix,
Rekid,
Bootsy Collins,
Organ,
Faraquet,
Q and Not U,
Joe Smooth,
Nas,
Metal Thangz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rhythm & Sound,
Drexciya,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.