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 Bangladesh and from Accra.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobby Sherman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every World's Most record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Icehouse,
ABBA,
Tomorrow,
Eric Dolphy,
Alton Ellis,
The Young Rascals,
Chris & Cosey,
Anthony Braxton,
Hashim,
The Blues Magoos,
Youth Brigade,
Godley & Creme,
Goldenarms,
Buzzcocks,
The Barracudas,
Ronnie Foster,
Marmalade,
Scion,
Neu!,
Stiv Bators,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Japan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Wake,
Junior Murvin,
Scan 7,
Stockholm Monsters,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Colin Newman,
Audionom,
Tears for Fears,
Von Mondo,
The Cramps,
Model 500,
Joensuu 1685,
Sex Pistols,
Skriet,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Ultravox,
The Standells,
The Techniques,
Negative Approach,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Ossler,
Delta 5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Royal Trux,
These Immortal Souls,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
LL Cool J,
Derrick Morgan,
Massinfluence,
Tropical Tobacco,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Siglo XX,
The Associates,
Lindisfarne,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Dave Gahan,
Bad Manners,
Slave, Slave, Slave, Slave.
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.