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 Poland and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 808 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 Icehouse to the punk 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 Crash Course in Science. All the underground hits.
All Ronan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultimate Spinach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Excepter,
U.S. Maple,
Schoolly D,
The Five Americans,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Detroit Cobras,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
The Modern Lovers,
The Martian,
Eden Ahbez,
The Searchers,
The Angels of Light,
Ultimate Spinach,
Q and Not U,
Joy Division,
Bobby Byrd,
Bush Tetras,
The Blues Magoos,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Yazoo,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Fugazi,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hashim,
Sun Ra,
The Remains,
John Foxx,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter & Gordon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kenny Larkin,
Maleditus Sound,
Lightning Bolt,
Crime,
Suburban Knight,
Dorothy Ashby,
Idris Muhammad,
Infiniti,
The Associates,
Laurel Aitken,
The Gun Club,
Scrapy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monks,
X-Ray Spex,
The Red Krayola,
Shuggie Otis,
DJ Style,
Radiohead,
Maurizio,
Bootsy Collins,
Morten Harket,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Normal,
Aloha Tigers,
Rod Modell,
Alison Limerick,
The Black Dice,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.