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 Congo and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gladiators 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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Gichy Dan,
Susan Cadogan,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Juan Atkins,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sixth Finger,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Agent Orange,
Max Romeo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Warren Ellis,
Moss Icon,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Eric Dolphy,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Supertramp,
Qualms,
The Smiths,
Wasted Youth,
Technova,
Delta 5,
Arcadia,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Ken Boothe,
Freddie Wadling,
Vainqueur,
Rites of Spring,
Gabor Szabo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Lakeside,
B.T. Express,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
R.M.O.,
The Names,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Y Pants,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Flag,
Motorama,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
FM Einheit,
The Pretty Things,
Livin' Joy,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Stockholm Monsters,
Electric Prunes,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
the Human League,
The Raincoats,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Offenders,
Excepter,
The Kinks,
the Germs,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.