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 Nepal and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 spring reverb 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk 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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Victims record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Mark Hollis,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Leonard Cohen,
Lakeside,
Yellowson,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
The Pop Group,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Mummies,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Essential Logic,
Davy DMX,
Warsaw,
Minutemen,
Fela Kuti,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
R.M.O.,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Knickerbockers,
Pussy Galore,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gladiators,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
The United States of America,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
Ultravox,
DJ Sneak,
Bobby Womack,
Rotary Connection,
Joe Smooth,
Subhumans,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
Pantaleimon,
Glambeats Corp.,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
LL Cool J,
Mars,
Sight & Sound,
Fad Gadget,
Delta 5,
Kayak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Babytalk,
The Motions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scratch Acid,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Quadrant,
Section 25,
Das Ding,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.