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 Mauritius and from Salvador.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba 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 The Searchers to the techno 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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Charles Mingus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Pierre Henry,
Yusef Lateef,
Vladislav Delay,
Sound Behaviour,
Ice-T,
Gang Green,
Byron Stingily,
Monolake,
Babytalk,
Lungfish,
Mo-Dettes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
The Evens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Henry Cow,
The Music Machine,
Graham Central Station,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Swans,
Eve St. Jones,
Soulsonic Force,
Desert Stars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Mummies,
Absolute Body Control,
Smog,
H. Thieme,
Silicon Teens,
The Modern Lovers,
PIL,
Soft Machine,
Morten Harket,
Avey Tare,
Nirvana,
Thompson Twins,
Piero Umiliani,
The Real Kids,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eden Ahbez,
Joe Finger,
John Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Urselle,
The Sound,
Junior Murvin,
The Velvet Underground,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
Alison Limerick,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Skatalites,
Pulsallama,
The Fall,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Accadde A,
Cymande,
Donald Byrd,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.