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 Paraguay and from Johannesburg.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Velvet Underground. All the underground hits.
All Bauhaus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Associates 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Letta Mbulu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Curtis Mayfield,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Joey Negro,
Tim Buckley,
Ituana,
The Angels of Light,
David Axelrod,
The Star Department,
Franke,
Subhumans,
Mad Mike,
New York Dolls,
ABBA,
Andrew Hill,
The Alarm Clocks,
Marc Almond,
E-Dancer,
Althea and Donna,
The Blues Magoos,
Mark Hollis,
Motorama,
World's Most,
Terrestrial Tones,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Kevin Saunderson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Icehouse,
Cybotron,
Ultimate Spinach,
Angry Samoans,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Sherman,
Skriet,
Pantytec,
Fad Gadget,
The Motions,
Minutemen,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sam Rivers,
Sex Pistols,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
JFA,
Half Japanese,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Golliwogs,
John Foxx,
Bob Dylan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Moleskins,
Dark Day,
Thompson Twins,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Schoolly D,
Cal Tjader,
Kayak,
Outsiders,
The Monks,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.