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 Germany and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Guru Guru to the techno 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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Vaughan Mason & Crew tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dave Gahan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator 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 snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fela Kuti,
Cheater Slicks,
Minutemen,
Thee Headcoats,
Soulsonic Force,
Scan 7,
Ponytail,
Ralphi Rosario,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Vainqueur,
The Seeds,
Monolake,
Ken Boothe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Subhumans,
These Immortal Souls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
MDC,
Gichy Dan,
Black Pus,
Sun Ra,
David Bowie,
The Move,
the Germs,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo,
Iggy Pop,
Dennis Brown,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
Roger Hodgson,
Shuggie Otis,
The Knickerbockers,
Make Up,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Crispian St. Peters,
Y Pants,
Absolute Body Control,
Joensuu 1685,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Matthew Bourne,
Liliput,
The Shadows of Knight,
Tres Demented,
Gabor Szabo,
The Real Kids,
Can,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
The Red Krayola,
Sex Pistols,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.