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 Liechtenstein and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Winnipeg.
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 theremin 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 La Düsseldorf to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Khruangbin. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Stereo Dub,
Nik Kershaw,
Lou Reed,
Das Ding,
Pylon,
the Germs,
Mark Hollis,
Chrome,
Ralphi Rosario,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
In Retrospect,
The Names,
Eve St. Jones,
Matthew Bourne,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
the Soft Cell,
Negative Approach,
Skarface,
Marine Girls,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Henry Cow,
Bobby Byrd,
Public Enemy,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Sight & Sound,
Fela Kuti,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joe Smooth,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Wolf Eyes,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Unwound,
Terrestrial Tones,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gang of Four,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Residents,
Nico,
Black Sheep,
Mandrill,
Eden Ahbez,
The Toasters,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Second Layer,
Jeff Lynne,
The Raincoats,
Trumans Water,
Lalo Schifrin,
Ituana,
Big Daddy Kane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.