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 Romania and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 Jeff Lynne to the grime 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Order,
Skriet,
Flash Fearless,
Nils Olav,
Roxette,
This Heat,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
The Moleskins,
Easy Going,
Todd Terry,
Sugar Minott,
10cc,
Ornette Coleman,
Pagans,
H. Thieme,
Davy DMX,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
Amon Düül II,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
Josef K,
cv313,
Y Pants,
Blancmange,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Skatalites,
Bobby Sherman,
Quadrant,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
The Offenders,
Piero Umiliani,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gabor Szabo,
Iggy Pop,
Rufus Thomas,
Television Personalities,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
Surgeon,
Symarip,
Cybotron,
The Velvet Underground,
Whodini,
Sun Ra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Malaria!,
Deadbeat,
The Litter,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Sex Pistols,
Jandek,
the Swans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Smoke,
Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru, Guru Guru.
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.