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 Algeria and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 güiro 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 The Dave Clark Five to the jazz 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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Adolescents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lucky Dragons record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a B.T. Express record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
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,
Terry Callier,
Jeff Lynne,
Eli Mardock,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Drexciya,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiohead,
Alison Limerick,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
Dual Sessions,
Frankie Knuckles,
Lightning Bolt,
The Saints,
Severed Heads,
Urselle,
UT,
PIL,
L. Decosne,
FM Einheit,
kango's stein massive,
Warsaw,
The Knickerbockers,
Barbara Tucker,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Busters,
Half Japanese,
Mission of Burma,
Interpol,
Pere Ubu,
The Techniques,
Derrick May,
Scrapy,
Chris Corsano,
Davy DMX,
Camouflage,
Babytalk,
Minor Threat,
The Young Rascals,
The Gladiators,
Surgeon,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
The Angels of Light,
Desert Stars,
Chrome,
Eddi Front,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tommy Roe,
The Real Kids,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Fire Engines,
Minnie Riperton,
Electric Prunes,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Khruangbin,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Womack,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario, Ralphi Rosario.
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.