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 Togo and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the oboe 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 Mandrill to the electroclash 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Oneida record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Marvin Gaye,
Cybotron,
The Dave Clark Five,
Vladislav Delay,
Joey Negro,
The Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Audionom,
The Cure,
World's Most,
Faust,
Popol Vuh,
The New Christs,
Donald Byrd,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Suicide,
Darondo,
Underground Resistance,
Dark Day,
Pulsallama,
Jesper Dahlback,
Warsaw,
Blake Baxter,
Eric Copeland,
Derrick Morgan,
Brothers Johnson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Monochrome Set,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Standells,
Barbara Tucker,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Laurel Aitken,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
OOIOO,
Infiniti,
Godley & Creme,
Jawbox,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Residents,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Human League,
Roxette,
Kool Moe Dee,
Wire,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
UT,
Scion,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
Model 500,
The Slackers,
ABBA,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Susan Cadogan,
Royal Trux,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.