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 El Salvador and from Taipei.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Robert Hood. All the underground hits.
All Radiopuhelimet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Newcleus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kurtis Blow,
Janne Schatter,
Wolf Eyes,
Fat Boys,
Henry Cow,
Qualms,
Audionom,
Radio Birdman,
Harmonia,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Matthew Bourne,
Byron Stingily,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Lower 48,
Guru Guru,
Don Cherry,
The Busters,
Ronan,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Minnie Riperton,
The Birthday Party,
The Walker Brothers,
Boredoms,
The Standells,
Skriet,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Agitation Free,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Monochrome Set,
Iggy Pop,
One Last Wish,
Desert Stars,
Loose Ends,
Crash Course in Science,
Kevin Saunderson,
Agent Orange,
The Doobie Brothers,
Bush Tetras,
Bad Manners,
T.S.O.L.,
Swell Maps,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bang On A Can,
Avey Tare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
Thompson Twins,
Royal Trux,
Sun Ra,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Von Mondo,
Jesper Dahlback,
Davy DMX,
Section 25,
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.