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 Bolivia and from Bremen.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Audionom to the dance 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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soulsonic Force record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Janne Schatter,
kango's stein massive,
The Index,
Intrusion,
Deepchord,
A Flock of Seagulls,
La Düsseldorf,
Essential Logic,
Rhythm & Sound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roger Hodgson,
Vainqueur,
Jacob Miller,
DJ Sneak,
Fugazi,
The Gun Club,
L. Decosne,
Black Bananas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jimmy McGriff,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Das Ding,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scientists,
the Normal,
Johnny Clarke,
David Bowie,
The Dirtbombs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Blancmange,
Mission of Burma,
The Slackers,
Derrick May,
Archie Shepp,
Basic Channel,
John Lydon,
James White and The Blacks,
E-Dancer,
Frankie Knuckles,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
Camouflage,
Peter & Gordon,
Bang On A Can,
Bootsy Collins,
Scratch Acid,
Lightning Bolt,
Gang Starr,
Crash Course in Science,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.