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 Suriname and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Roxette to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Warren Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Fluxion tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Malaria! record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
UT,
Bluetip,
Brand Nubian,
Byron Stingily,
Barclay James Harvest,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
The Offenders,
James White and The Blacks,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Shadows of Knight,
K-Klass,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
Alton Ellis,
The Index,
JFA,
David Bowie,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Bob Dylan,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
The Red Krayola,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
The Star Department,
The Buckinghams,
Eve St. Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Bananas,
Lakeside,
Gang Green,
The Zeros,
Roger Hodgson,
the Fania All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bill Wells,
KRS-One,
Howard Jones,
Soft Cell,
Inner City,
The American Breed,
Patti Smith,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Urselle,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Gichy Dan,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Davy DMX,
OOIOO,
Los Fastidios,
Pagans,
Marmalade,
Deadbeat,
The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes, The Tremeloes.
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.