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 Georgia and from Lille.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 DNA to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 the Association. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect 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?
Leonard Cohen,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
One Last Wish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Peter & Gordon,
Cameo,
Tommy Roe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Thompson Twins,
Pagans,
Pantaleimon,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Brick,
Kurtis Blow,
Black Flag,
Gang Green,
Basic Channel,
Neu!,
John Cale,
Desert Stars,
the Swans,
Rufus Thomas,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chrome,
Schoolly D,
R.M.O.,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Liliput,
Bobby Byrd,
Angry Samoans,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Surgeon,
Rod Modell,
Gregory Isaacs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Reagan Youth,
Boredoms,
Archie Shepp,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lightning Bolt,
The Tremeloes,
The Cramps,
Quando Quango,
Wasted Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visage,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Mary Jane Girls,
Pussy Galore,
This Heat,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.