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 Ukraine and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Michelle Simonal,
The Angels of Light,
Warren Ellis,
The Vogues,
Cal Tjader,
Alison Limerick,
Danielle Patucci,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Leaves,
Scrapy,
Marine Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
Blake Baxter,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultimate Spinach,
Young Marble Giants,
Frankie Knuckles,
A Certain Ratio,
Erasure,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
Oblivians,
Dennis Brown,
Godley & Creme,
Donny Hathaway,
Bad Manners,
Neil Young,
Lebanon Hanover,
Duran Duran,
Mantronix,
the Association,
The Gories,
L. Decosne,
Anthony Braxton,
Mary Jane Girls,
Masters at Work,
Matthew Bourne,
The Pretty Things,
Main Source,
The Shadows of Knight,
Desert Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
H. Thieme,
Pere Ubu,
The Five Americans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
X-102,
Soft Machine,
Shoche,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Walker Brothers,
Alton Ellis,
Fatback Band,
The Litter,
The Busters,
Grauzone,
Gang Starr,
Gichy Dan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
cv313,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.