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 Cambodia and from Spokane.
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 Copenhagen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 chamberlin 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 Tubeway Army to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All The Associates tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Move,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
Scott Walker,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Simply Red,
The Monks,
Fat Boys,
Sandy B,
Rekid,
Traffic Nightmare,
Deakin,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang Gang Dance,
Stiv Bators,
Throbbing Gristle,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mojo Men,
The Buckinghams,
The Gap Band,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radio Birdman,
Yaz,
Wire,
Eve St. Jones,
These Immortal Souls,
Arthur Verocai,
The Smoke,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris Corsano,
The American Breed,
Oneida,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Soulsonic Force,
Erasure,
The Wake,
Subhumans,
Nico,
Lalann,
The Black Dice,
Animal Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dirtbombs,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
DNA,
the Soft Cell,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Swans,
Absolute Body Control,
Maurizio,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sight & Sound,
Jeru the Damaja,
David Axelrod,
The Zeros,
Jeff Mills,
Quantec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Charles Mingus,
Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna, Althea and Donna.
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.