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 Papua New Guinea and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 arpeggiator 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 Brass Construction to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yazoo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Aswad,
Minor Threat,
David McCallum,
Skaos,
Ultravox,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Sarah Menescal,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
In Retrospect,
Bill Wells,
Gang Green,
Pylon,
Stereo Dub,
Bobby Sherman,
The Fire Engines,
The Star Department,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Liliput,
Clear Light,
Wally Richardson,
Animal Collective,
One Last Wish,
Crispian St. Peters,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
T.S.O.L.,
LL Cool J,
Alison Limerick,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Laurel Aitken,
The Associates,
the Fania All-Stars,
Bob Dylan,
Brand Nubian,
Japan,
The Zeros,
John Coltrane,
Parry Music,
Pantytec,
The Velvet Underground,
Patti Smith,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
MC5,
The Knickerbockers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Walker Brothers,
Hot Snakes,
Newcleus,
The Slackers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bauhaus,
Tomorrow,
Deakin,
The Busters,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Sound Behaviour,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.