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 Finland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 marimba 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Average White Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Jimmy McGriff,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Harry Pussy,
Janne Schatter,
A Certain Ratio,
Bauhaus,
Sällskapet,
The Alarm Clocks,
Skaos,
Sugar Minott,
Guru Guru,
Pulsallama,
Can,
Q65,
Mad Mike,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Erasure,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
Boredoms,
Sam Rivers,
the Germs,
Radiohead,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
ABC,
X-101,
Quantec,
CMW,
Brand Nubian,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Trojans,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Halsall,
Scott Walker,
MC5,
Black Moon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Jandek,
Eden Ahbez,
Camberwell Now,
Drive Like Jehu,
KRS-One,
Soft Cell,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Tremeloes,
Alison Limerick,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Kayak,
The Searchers,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Michelle Simonal,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone, Sly & The Family Stone.
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.