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 Slovakia and from Johannesburg.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Y Pants to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Faust. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Mills,
Vladislav Delay,
Delta 5,
Wire,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scrapy,
Little Man,
Tim Buckley,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Fugs,
Barbara Tucker,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Circle Jerks,
The Modern Lovers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Last Poets,
Hasil Adkins,
The Skatalites,
Tears for Fears,
The Tremeloes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Count Five,
KRS-One,
Terry Callier,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Agent Orange,
Procol Harum,
Nick Fraelich,
Gerry Rafferty,
Outsiders,
Buzzcocks,
The American Breed,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
The J.B.'s,
Nik Kershaw,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Ponytail,
the Bar-Kays,
The Offenders,
Tom Boy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ornette Coleman,
Y Pants,
Television,
The Sound,
Roy Ayers,
Main Source,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Derrick Morgan,
Bill Near,
Ronnie Foster,
Spoonie Gee,
Rufus Thomas,
The Gladiators,
Matthew Bourne,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.