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 Tuvalu and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Oneida to the jazz 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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glambeats Corp. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Aswad,
Mad Mike,
Joy Division,
Skarface,
Vainqueur,
The Alarm Clocks,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
The Index,
Amazonics,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Glambeats Corp.,
Outsiders,
Bill Wells,
The Golliwogs,
Porter Ricks,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Ten City,
The United States of America,
Livin' Joy,
Mary Jane Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Q and Not U,
The Slits,
Juan Atkins,
Bluetip,
Joyce Sims,
The Monochrome Set,
Country Teasers,
Jeff Lynne,
Dead Boys,
The Victims,
The Knickerbockers,
Swell Maps,
Marcia Griffiths,
Ken Boothe,
Lyres,
Tubeway Army,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Quantec,
Dorothy Ashby,
Interpol,
Neu!,
Tommy Roe,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Das Ding,
Roger Hodgson,
New Age Steppers,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.