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 Mauritania and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Scion 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 Organ. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Dead C,
China Crisis,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Michelle Simonal,
The Happenings,
Visage,
Quadrant,
The New Christs,
Television,
Deepchord,
Echospace,
The Mummies,
Wally Richardson,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Man Parrish,
Cluster,
the Swans,
Davy DMX,
Tim Buckley,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Selecter,
Mantronix,
Japan,
Theoretical Girls,
Graham Central Station,
Avey Tare,
Flipper,
Deakin,
Sister Nancy,
Peter and Kerry,
Sight & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Gang Green,
Soft Machine,
Pantytec,
Country Teasers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sun City Girls,
Yusef Lateef,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
The Raincoats,
The Pretty Things,
Bob Dylan,
X-102,
Smog,
Johnny Clarke,
Junior Murvin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Reuben Wilson,
Sonic Youth,
The Techniques,
Urselle,
These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls, These Immortal Souls.
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.