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 Laos and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Gun Club to the dance 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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All DNA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product 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 an oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
The Techniques,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Quando Quango,
Camberwell Now,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Liliput,
Subhumans,
Lee Hazlewood,
David Axelrod,
Kas Product,
The Mojo Men,
Matthew Bourne,
Model 500,
Johnny Osbourne,
Intrusion,
Max Romeo,
Nick Fraelich,
Boz Scaggs,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Electric Prunes,
Magma,
The Fortunes,
Cameo,
The Dead C,
The Sound,
The Misunderstood,
Alison Limerick,
Arthur Verocai,
Suburban Knight,
Faust,
John Lydon,
The Fire Engines,
The Birthday Party,
The Moody Blues,
Interpol,
Saccharine Trust,
Mars,
Masters at Work,
Crash Course in Science,
Charles Mingus,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fad Gadget,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
B.T. Express,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
The Real Kids,
New Age Steppers,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Cure,
Girls At Our Best!,
Inner City,
Todd Rundgren,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Durutti Column,
Youth Brigade,
Arab on Radar,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kool Moe Dee,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.