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 Afghanistan and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 marimba 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 Bizarre Inc. 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echospace record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gabor Szabo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Iggy Pop,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Young Rascals,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Fall,
Groovy Waters,
The Durutti Column,
Icehouse,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Pretty Things,
Gang Green,
Delta 5,
Scrapy,
The Moleskins,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Darondo,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
Mark Hollis,
Guru Guru,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tears for Fears,
Clear Light,
The Standells,
Hoover,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amazonics,
Barry Ungar,
Television,
K-Klass,
The Offenders,
Sun Ra,
Roxette,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
The Smoke,
Gong,
Marc Almond,
The Leaves,
Robert Hood,
Adolescents,
Grey Daturas,
The Litter,
The Wake,
the Swans,
The Motions,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Pantytec,
Moss Icon,
The Modern Lovers,
Radiohead,
China Crisis,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
the Association,
Jeru the Damaja,
Franke,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam, Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam.
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.