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 Argentina and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Philadelphia.
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 sitar 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 T. Rex to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
La Düsseldorf,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Carl Craig,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Amon Düül,
Black Flag,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bush Tetras,
CMW,
Fear,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lou Christie,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
The Martian,
Scion,
Youth Brigade,
the Association,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Scott Walker,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sparks,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Lindisfarne,
Kevin Saunderson,
Grey Daturas,
Rosa Yemen,
Pierre Henry,
The Gories,
Gang Starr,
Chris Corsano,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sight & Sound,
Howard Jones,
The Litter,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Mission of Burma,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bauhaus,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Ossler,
Popol Vuh,
DJ Style,
Arcadia,
The Names,
Flash Fearless,
Circle Jerks,
the Human League,
Second Layer,
Crime,
The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras, The Detroit Cobras.
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.