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 Bhutan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 oboe 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 Yazoo to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Oppenheimer Analysis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scrapy,
David McCallum,
R.M.O.,
The Selecter,
Bronski Beat,
The Evens,
Funkadelic,
Kurtis Blow,
Outsiders,
Boz Scaggs,
Stiv Bators,
Donny Hathaway,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Modern Lovers,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Toasters,
Idris Muhammad,
Blossom Toes,
The Star Department,
Wings,
The Raincoats,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Royal Trux,
Livin' Joy,
Bang On A Can,
Circle Jerks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Groovy Waters,
X-Ray Spex,
Siglo XX,
Ken Boothe,
Television Personalities,
Mission of Burma,
LL Cool J,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ludus,
Sex Pistols,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Black Pus,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Metal Thangz,
The Index,
Eli Mardock,
The Durutti Column,
Soft Machine,
Radio Birdman,
Q65,
Smog,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eurythmics,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Vainqueur,
John Coltrane,
Michelle Simonal,
The Smiths,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.