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 Croatia and from Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Fortunes to the punk 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Siglo XX,
The Walker Brothers,
Bootsy Collins,
Marvin Gaye,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Newcleus,
Nils Olav,
the Soft Cell,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Music Machine,
Bad Manners,
Subhumans,
Hoover,
Anakelly,
Andrew Hill,
These Immortal Souls,
Rekid,
UT,
Japan,
Amon Düül II,
Sarah Menescal,
Malaria!,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Howard Jones,
Gerry Rafferty,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Raincoats,
The Move,
The Litter,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
MDC,
Shuggie Otis,
Yaz,
Wire,
X-101,
Quantec,
Gang Starr,
Gong,
Isaac Hayes,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Laurel Aitken,
Yazoo,
the Association,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lalann,
The Alarm Clocks,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sex Pistols,
PIL,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Bobby Sherman,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Camberwell Now,
Swell Maps,
Cymande,
Interpol,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler, Kerri Chandler.
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.