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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the techno 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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Soft Cell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
The Associates,
Pere Ubu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
John Lydon,
Morten Harket,
The Move,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter and Kerry,
Tropical Tobacco,
Groovy Waters,
Blake Baxter,
The Buckinghams,
Agitation Free,
Depeche Mode,
Eric Dolphy,
The Count Five,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lightning Bolt,
Ituana,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yazoo,
AZ,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bobbi Humphrey,
MDC,
Josef K,
the Bar-Kays,
Lungfish,
Fat Boys,
Guru Guru,
The Searchers,
Royal Trux,
Lyres,
The Toasters,
DJ Style,
Black Bananas,
Hasil Adkins,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Malaria!,
Moby Grape,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sugar Minott,
The Last Poets,
Lalann,
The Pretty Things,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
X-Ray Spex,
Jeff Mills,
Country Teasers,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Residents,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Graham Central Station,
a-ha,
Mr. Review,
Darondo, Darondo, Darondo, Darondo.
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.