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 India and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alphaville record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lucky Dragons,
Unrelated Segments,
Mad Mike,
Scion,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Associates,
X-102,
Jandek,
The Offenders,
Japan,
Byron Stingily,
Peter and Kerry,
David Axelrod,
The Evens,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glambeats Corp.,
UT,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Nico,
Khruangbin,
Qualms,
Television Personalities,
The Modern Lovers,
Young Marble Giants,
The Index,
Youth Brigade,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Jacob Miller,
The Smoke,
Bobby Womack,
The New Christs,
Neil Young,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
Intrusion,
The Durutti Column,
The Neon Judgement,
Gang of Four,
Goldenarms,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sexual Harrassment,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Franke,
Magma,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
The Vogues,
Buzzcocks,
Ten City,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiopuhelimet,
Smog,
Derrick Morgan,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Newcleus,
Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim, Rhythim Is Rhythim.
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.