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 Netherlands and from Glasgow.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 The Black Dice to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Big Daddy Kane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
the Sonics,
E-Dancer,
Minnie Riperton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Gichy Dan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Quando Quango,
Erykah Badu,
The Walker Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Roxette,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flipper,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gang Starr,
Barbara Tucker,
KRS-One,
Parry Music,
Joyce Sims,
Radiopuhelimet,
Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
Crooked Eye,
Moby Grape,
Basic Channel,
Aaron Thompson,
DJ Style,
La Düsseldorf,
Bob Dylan,
Mandrill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
X-101,
K-Klass,
U.S. Maple,
The Tremeloes,
Ohio Players,
Drive Like Jehu,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Human League,
the Human League,
Silicon Teens,
Scratch Acid,
Hashim,
The Moody Blues,
Rekid,
A Certain Ratio,
FM Einheit,
The United States of America,
Lightning Bolt,
John Foxx,
Man Eating Sloth,
Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye, Marvin Gaye.
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.