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 Zambia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 oboe 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 Lindisfarne to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Subhumans. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Glambeats Corp.,
Flipper,
John Cale,
The Martian,
Interpol,
Wings,
Moss Icon,
K-Klass,
Bad Manners,
Lou Christie,
B.T. Express,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mary Jane Girls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Fluxion,
Jimmy McGriff,
Electric Prunes,
Sun Ra,
Clear Light,
the Sonics,
The Black Dice,
The Invisible,
Marine Girls,
the Soft Cell,
Neu!,
Avey Tare,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Mantronix,
Inner City,
The Toasters,
E-Dancer,
The Smoke,
Loose Ends,
Nation of Ulysses,
June Days,
The Associates,
Crooked Eye,
Thee Headcoats,
Spandau Ballet,
Traffic Nightmare,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Blackbyrds,
Von Mondo,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
The Real Kids,
Pantytec,
The Flesh Eaters,
Reagan Youth,
The Monks,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Smiths,
Gang Gang Dance,
R.M.O.,
The Durutti Column,
The Offenders,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Doors, The Doors, The Doors, The Doors.
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.