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 El Salvador and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 synthesizer 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 Thompson Twins to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Massinfluence. All the underground hits.
All Lindisfarne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Matthew Halsall,
Khruangbin,
Ohio Players,
John Holt,
Roger Hodgson,
Animal Collective,
Camberwell Now,
Bang On A Can,
Little Man,
Grey Daturas,
Mary Jane Girls,
Zero Boys,
Kaleidoscope,
Sight & Sound,
Max Romeo,
Lebanon Hanover,
These Immortal Souls,
Vladislav Delay,
Gastr Del Sol,
Public Enemy,
Lightning Bolt,
Hasil Adkins,
Barbara Tucker,
Iggy Pop,
Prince Buster,
Eve St. Jones,
Pagans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Charles Mingus,
a-ha,
Maurizio,
Mantronix,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Birthday Party,
Severed Heads,
Bush Tetras,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Slave,
Pantytec,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roxy Music,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Fatback Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Jacques Brel,
Gichy Dan,
John Cale,
MDC,
The Fire Engines,
Talk Talk,
Flash Fearless,
Mark Hollis,
Kayak,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey, Chris & Cosey.
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.