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 Kazakhstan and from Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Cybotron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Ponytail. All the underground hits.
All Byron Stingily tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Underground Resistance,
Heaven 17,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Dead C,
A Certain Ratio,
Accadde A,
Eric Dolphy,
Lee Hazlewood,
Yusef Lateef,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
The Knickerbockers,
The Move,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
The Residents,
Symarip,
Lalann,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jimmy McGriff,
Altered Images,
Banda Bassotti,
Yaz,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Albert Ayler,
Groovy Waters,
Grey Daturas,
kango's stein massive,
The Doors,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eli Mardock,
JFA,
Electric Prunes,
Flamin' Groovies,
Barrington Levy,
Black Sheep,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Steve Hackett,
The Seeds,
Mo-Dettes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
La Düsseldorf,
Can,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Anthony Braxton,
Rakim,
Scrapy,
The Kinks,
The Buckinghams,
U.S. Maple,
The Names,
Public Image Ltd.,
Cymande,
Schoolly D,
China Crisis,
The Evens,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pussy Galore,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.