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 Mongolia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Flamin' Groovies to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All Skaos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lee Hazlewood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Jesus and Mary Chain record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Foxx,
Soul II Soul,
The Mummies,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
China Crisis,
Bang On A Can,
Khruangbin,
Blake Baxter,
Black Pus,
Alice Coltrane,
Mark Hollis,
Second Layer,
Glambeats Corp.,
Parry Music,
Procol Harum,
The Cowsills,
Anthony Braxton,
Au Pairs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Warren Ellis,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Moon,
Lungfish,
Johnny Clarke,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Subhumans,
Scientists,
Boz Scaggs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Sound,
Joey Negro,
Moebius,
Charles Mingus,
Theoretical Girls,
The Misunderstood,
Brand Nubian,
The Fortunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Walker Brothers,
Motorama,
The Zeros,
The New Christs,
Electric Prunes,
Metal Thangz,
T. Rex,
The Trojans,
The Fuzztones,
Dorothy Ashby,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Aswad,
The J.B.'s,
Letta Mbulu,
Ken Boothe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Boogie Down Productions,
Donny Hathaway,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd., Public Image Ltd..
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.