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 Mozambique and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Flash Fearless 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 Kaleidoscope. All the underground hits.
All Eddi Front tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
Oblivians,
Ultravox,
The Gladiators,
Roger Hodgson,
Godley & Creme,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Stetsasonic,
Donald Byrd,
Roy Ayers,
Marmalade,
B.T. Express,
Black Pus,
Scan 7,
La Düsseldorf,
Sexual Harrassment,
CMW,
E-Dancer,
The Human League,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Drexciya,
Pantaleimon,
Kayak,
Depeche Mode,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joy Division,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
John Foxx,
Mr. Review,
Sound Behaviour,
Sonic Youth,
Rekid,
Todd Rundgren,
Moby Grape,
Scott Walker,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Theoretical Girls,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Robert Wyatt,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DJ Sneak,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Raincoats,
Radiohead,
EPMD,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bauhaus,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Carl Craig,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Liliput, Liliput, Liliput, Liliput.
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.