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 Angola and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 theremin 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 Todd Rundgren to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Theoretical Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mark Hollis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cybotron,
the Normal,
Simply Red,
Jerry's Kids,
Max Romeo,
Reuben Wilson,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
John Coltrane,
Index,
Warsaw,
The Techniques,
X-Ray Spex,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Glenn Branca,
Jimmy McGriff,
Slick Rick,
Dawn Penn,
The Moleskins,
Rosa Yemen,
Von Mondo,
New Age Steppers,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Technova,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Style,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Half Japanese,
The Trojans,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Procol Harum,
Dark Day,
Fluxion,
Rotary Connection,
Pierre Henry,
Roxy Music,
The Red Krayola,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Cecil Taylor,
Ten City,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
L. Decosne,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sugar Minott,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
The Human League,
Camouflage,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.