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 Swaziland and from Accra.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Electric Prunes to the disco kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thompson Twins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
The Neon Judgement,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Khruangbin,
Masters at Work,
Make Up,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The United States of America,
The Slits,
Marvin Gaye,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Swans,
Darondo,
Quadrant,
Grandmaster Flash,
Zero Boys,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Neil Young,
The Zeros,
Mandrill,
Erykah Badu,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Second Layer,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Busters,
Electric Prunes,
Warsaw,
ABBA,
Reuben Wilson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Goldenarms,
Desert Stars,
Inner City,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dirtbombs,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
Index,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lalann,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Searchers,
Clear Light,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joey Negro,
Babytalk,
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Byrd,
Buzzcocks,
Tim Buckley,
Saccharine Trust,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Motorama,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lucky Dragons,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.