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 Finland and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the marimba 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 Pagans to the grunge 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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All The Doobie Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wolf Eyes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
Black Pus,
10cc,
Stiv Bators,
Kurtis Blow,
The Walker Brothers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Little Man,
Brass Construction,
Soft Cell,
ABBA,
Zero Boys,
Make Up,
Kaleidoscope,
The Human League,
Newcleus,
Bad Manners,
Iggy Pop,
UT,
Kenny Larkin,
The Evens,
Maurizio,
Drexciya,
Stetsasonic,
K-Klass,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Con Funk Shun,
kango's stein massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Soulsonic Force,
Alison Limerick,
Barclay James Harvest,
Susan Cadogan,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ultravox,
a-ha,
Television Personalities,
Amazonics,
Talk Talk,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sam Rivers,
Jesper Dahlback,
H. Thieme,
Malaria!,
Technova,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bush Tetras,
Boredoms,
Isaac Hayes,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Golliwogs,
Second Layer,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tom Boy,
Piero Umiliani,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeff Mills,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.