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 Qatar and from Seoul.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Wire 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 Swell Maps. All the underground hits.
All Kango’s Stein Massive tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe 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 arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Loose Ends,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
H. Thieme,
E-Dancer,
Nick Fraelich,
Camouflage,
AZ,
The Gories,
Stereo Dub,
L. Decosne,
Y Pants,
The Invisible,
Anakelly,
Funkadelic,
Eurythmics,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Intrusion,
Public Image Ltd.,
Arcadia,
Tears for Fears,
Malaria!,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sam Rivers,
EPMD,
Josef K,
Inner City,
Joensuu 1685,
Lou Reed,
Half Japanese,
Index,
Wire,
Jandek,
Al Stewart,
Oblivians,
Alice Coltrane,
Eden Ahbez,
Brothers Johnson,
Bronski Beat,
Jeff Mills,
ABC,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Grandmaster Flash,
Todd Terry,
Joe Finger,
Groovy Waters,
Todd Rundgren,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman,
the Swans,
The Offenders,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
kango's stein massive,
UT,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.