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 Czech Republic and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 The Flesh Eaters to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All The Star Department tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mummies 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
La Düsseldorf,
Q and Not U,
Delta 5,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Avey Tare,
Frankie Knuckles,
Youth Brigade,
Carl Craig,
Joy Division,
Theoretical Girls,
Yellowson,
Surgeon,
Piero Umiliani,
The Music Machine,
Little Man,
Arthur Verocai,
Robert Hood,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
June of 44,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Selecter,
Sällskapet,
Malaria!,
Ken Boothe,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Thompson Twins,
Livin' Joy,
Arab on Radar,
The Real Kids,
Pole,
Rotary Connection,
Black Flag,
Stereo Dub,
Von Mondo,
The Names,
Underground Resistance,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Vogues,
Electric Prunes,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Trumans Water,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Hashim,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Grass Roots,
the Human League,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Technova,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.