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 Ethiopia and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Goldenarms to the disco 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 Ultramagnetic MC's. All the underground hits.
All A Certain Ratio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a CMW record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
June Days,
Camberwell Now,
La Düsseldorf,
Accadde A,
Agitation Free,
The Red Krayola,
Basic Channel,
The Sonics,
Bronski Beat,
Scientists,
Althea and Donna,
The Misunderstood,
Motorama,
Boz Scaggs,
Porter Ricks,
Supertramp,
The Vogues,
Gabor Szabo,
Infiniti,
Bush Tetras,
DNA,
The Associates,
Magma,
Cluster,
Neu!,
Hoover,
Sexual Harrassment,
Thompson Twins,
Intrusion,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
Matthew Halsall,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bauhaus,
The Moody Blues,
Judy Mowatt,
Robert Wyatt,
Model 500,
Circle Jerks,
Deadbeat,
U.S. Maple,
The Cowsills,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Nas,
Minny Pops,
Nik Kershaw,
Cal Tjader,
The Monochrome Set,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Freddie Wadling,
Monks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Steve Hackett,
Kaleidoscope,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Blancmange,
Letta Mbulu,
Susan Cadogan,
Lyres,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.