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 Belgium and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Chic practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Smiths to the funk 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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Anakelly tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mighty Diamonds 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 chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
D'Angelo,
The Victims,
Oblivians,
R.M.O.,
The Cowsills,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ronan,
Swans,
Aural Exciters,
Joy Division,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Ultravox,
Andrew Hill,
Arcadia,
JFA,
Faust,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
The Monks,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
Groovy Waters,
The Saints,
Technova,
Sandy B,
Gong,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
The Count Five,
Lakeside,
Al Stewart,
the Soft Cell,
Faraquet,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
Brothers Johnson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Black Pus,
John Coltrane,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bluetip,
Man Parrish,
Jesper Dahlback,
Desert Stars,
Amazonics,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Nirvana,
Rakim,
Minor Threat,
The Litter,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dave Gahan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.