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 Gabon and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Moleskins to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultravox,
Scan 7,
Q65,
Gang Green,
The Misunderstood,
The Invisible,
Amazonics,
E-Dancer,
Agitation Free,
Deepchord,
Clear Light,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Tim Buckley,
Glenn Branca,
The Birthday Party,
Vladislav Delay,
Youth Brigade,
The Gap Band,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
JFA,
Marshall Jefferson,
Loose Ends,
The Dead C,
Marmalade,
Bronski Beat,
Eddi Front,
Duran Duran,
Banda Bassotti,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Barrington Levy,
Ornette Coleman,
The Mojo Men,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Ultimate Spinach,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
The Associates,
Johnny Osbourne,
Negative Approach,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Davy DMX,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Durutti Column,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Severed Heads,
D'Angelo,
Brick,
The Leaves,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Susan Cadogan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.