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 Romania and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Taipei.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 an arpeggiator and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ten City,
The Moody Blues,
Laurel Aitken,
Rosa Yemen,
kango's stein massive,
Ultravox,
Lyres,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Blossom Toes,
Country Teasers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Associates,
Qualms,
MC5,
Faraquet,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Fuzztones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arthur Verocai,
Deadbeat,
The J.B.'s,
Man Parrish,
Marmalade,
Royal Trux,
the Normal,
John Holt,
AZ,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Fugazi,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bauhaus,
Simply Red,
Ronan,
Electric Prunes,
Gabor Szabo,
Nick Fraelich,
The Sonics,
Junior Murvin,
Pulsallama,
Skriet,
Vainqueur,
A Certain Ratio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Blancmange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Livin' Joy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Thompson Twins,
Chrome,
Bluetip,
Barclay James Harvest,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Offenders,
Don Cherry,
Slick Rick,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lucky Dragons,
Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players, Ohio Players.
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.