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 Bahrain and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jesper Dahlback to the jazz 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 Radiopuhelimet. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
DJ Style,
The Young Rascals,
Eric Copeland,
Television Personalities,
The Index,
Danielle Patucci,
The Dirtbombs,
June Days,
Accadde A,
The Leaves,
Al Stewart,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Monks,
Rites of Spring,
Patti Smith,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ronnie Foster,
Deepchord,
Flamin' Groovies,
Dual Sessions,
Minnie Riperton,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eurythmics,
AZ,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pagans,
Aural Exciters,
Inner City,
Camouflage,
The Moody Blues,
The Last Poets,
China Crisis,
Main Source,
Quantec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Maurizio,
EPMD,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Tim Buckley,
Loose Ends,
Magazine,
Skaos,
Whodini,
The Litter,
Pantytec,
The Pop Group,
Barbara Tucker,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bob Dylan,
Severed Heads,
Lou Reed,
Duran Duran,
Soulsonic Force,
Wire,
Joy Division,
Roxy Music,
The Real Kids,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.