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 Lyon.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Bob Dylan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Henry Cow. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Yusef Lateef,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Warren Ellis,
Visage,
Minny Pops,
Von Mondo,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Raincoats,
Soft Cell,
The Cramps,
Saccharine Trust,
Duran Duran,
The Angels of Light,
Soulsonic Force,
L. Decosne,
Tears for Fears,
James White and The Blacks,
Scientists,
Lyres,
Bootsy Collins,
the Germs,
cv313,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
48th St. Collective,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Y Pants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
JFA,
Ponytail,
Television,
Matthew Bourne,
Juan Atkins,
Delta 5,
D'Angelo,
The Young Rascals,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Quantec,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Pop Group,
Cluster,
Dawn Penn,
Ossler,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
Dorothy Ashby,
Subhumans,
Eric Copeland,
DJ Style,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Arcadia,
The Misunderstood,
Gang Green,
The Trojans,
Roxette,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry, Red Lorry Yellow Lorry.
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.