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 Bahrain and from Salvador.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Lou Reed 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 Bush Tetras to the disco 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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Guru Guru 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Darondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Derrick May,
Con Funk Shun,
The Buckinghams,
Pantytec,
The Remains,
Alice Coltrane,
Suburban Knight,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Faraquet,
Lyres,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Soft Machine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Eddi Front,
Nik Kershaw,
The Moleskins,
Vladislav Delay,
The Invisible,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Harmonia,
China Crisis,
Letta Mbulu,
Stiv Bators,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jacob Miller,
The Searchers,
Marine Girls,
Neu!,
Quando Quango,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
Radiohead,
MDC,
Hot Snakes,
The Gladiators,
Bob Dylan,
The Names,
Drexciya,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
The Raincoats,
Laurel Aitken,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Monochrome Set,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Inner City,
In Retrospect,
Half Japanese,
John Coltrane,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.