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 Spain and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe 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 Be Bop Deluxe 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 Kayak. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Searchers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nils Olav,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
R.M.O.,
Underground Resistance,
Blossom Toes,
Radio Birdman,
Isaac Hayes,
Inner City,
Thompson Twins,
Scan 7,
Swans,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The United States of America,
JFA,
Clear Light,
The Fugs,
10cc,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Frankie Knuckles,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
kango's stein massive,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Lebanon Hanover,
Mission of Burma,
Quadrant,
Mandrill,
The Gories,
Newcleus,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Yaz,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Tremeloes,
The Kinks,
Goldenarms,
Stereo Dub,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The New Christs,
The Grass Roots,
Pylon,
cv313,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ohio Players,
Index,
Second Layer,
CMW,
Sunsets and Hearts,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bill Wells,
L. Decosne,
Audionom,
Pere Ubu,
Don Cherry,
The Walker Brothers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya, Drexciya.
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.