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 Samoa and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 arpeggiator 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 Spoonie Gee to the punk 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Dawn Penn,
Groovy Waters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Pierre Henry,
Bobby Byrd,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Man Parrish,
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
The Seeds,
The Index,
The Vogues,
Youth Brigade,
Young Marble Giants,
Judy Mowatt,
Aaron Thompson,
Can,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Little Man,
Sex Pistols,
The Misunderstood,
Pere Ubu,
Glenn Branca,
The Cure,
Unwound,
The Searchers,
The New Christs,
Shoche,
Trumans Water,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Juan Atkins,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Tremeloes,
Lightning Bolt,
Quantec,
Graham Central Station,
Tomorrow,
Slave,
Dark Day,
Underground Resistance,
The Neon Judgement,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
The Zeros,
Terrestrial Tones,
K-Klass,
Cabaret Voltaire,
R.M.O.,
DJ Style,
Camouflage,
The Saints,
Cheater Slicks,
Ituana,
Marvin Gaye,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Severed Heads,
New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls, New York Dolls.
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.