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 Uzbekistan and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bremen.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Masters at Work to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suicide record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a David Bowie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Leonard Cohen,
The Young Rascals,
New York Dolls,
Sonny Sharrock,
Skaos,
Stockholm Monsters,
Fear,
Jawbox,
The Alarm Clocks,
Cluster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Flipper,
Rod Modell,
Crash Course in Science,
Idris Muhammad,
Rhythm & Sound,
Youth Brigade,
Angry Samoans,
Ken Boothe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Heaven 17,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Spoonie Gee,
Bush Tetras,
Parry Music,
Bootsy Collins,
B.T. Express,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Birthday Party,
Yaz,
Warsaw,
Amazonics,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Velvet Underground,
Nik Kershaw,
Terrestrial Tones,
Clear Light,
The Sound,
Supertramp,
Rufus Thomas,
Rotary Connection,
Nirvana,
Aaron Thompson,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Altered Images,
Ohio Players,
Lower 48,
Alton Ellis,
Aswad,
Sarah Menescal,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Magma,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Finger,
Susan Cadogan,
The Searchers,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Roger Hodgson,
Delta 5,
Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth, Sonic Youth.
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.