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 Montenegro 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the theremin 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 Alphaville to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Tim Buckley. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABBA,
Tommy Roe,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Sherman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Ossler,
T. Rex,
The Last Poets,
Flipper,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ornette Coleman,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Reagan Youth,
Kenny Larkin,
The Blues Magoos,
Mr. Review,
Altered Images,
Black Flag,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Pretty Things,
FM Einheit,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gang Starr,
The Music Machine,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
a-ha,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
Hoover,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Buckinghams,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Half Japanese,
Ponytail,
The Monochrome Set,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Tremeloes,
Los Fastidios,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
X-101,
Nik Kershaw,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.