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 Ethiopia and from Stockholm.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Cybotron to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All The Remains tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Count Five 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Severed Heads,
Yaz,
Tommy Roe,
Freddie Wadling,
Al Stewart,
Howard Jones,
Crispy Ambulance,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Piero Umiliani,
the Slits,
Wings,
The Kinks,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Sherman,
Alice Coltrane,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Warsaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
FM Einheit,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Raincoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Joy Division,
Drive Like Jehu,
Stetsasonic,
Agitation Free,
Max Romeo,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
New York Dolls,
Maurizio,
The Fugs,
Spandau Ballet,
Sex Pistols,
Lee Hazlewood,
D'Angelo,
the Germs,
Eli Mardock,
Ludus,
Cybotron,
Kevin Saunderson,
ABBA,
These Immortal Souls,
Shoche,
Tropical Tobacco,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The J.B.'s,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kurtis Blow,
Moebius,
The Wake,
UT,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Man Parrish,
The Blackbyrds,
Organ,
The Durutti Column,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.