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 Hungary and from London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 synthesizer 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 X-Ray Spex to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cybotron 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Scott Walker,
Flamin' Groovies,
The J.B.'s,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Sherman,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Moleskins,
Soft Machine,
Harry Pussy,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Gap Band,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
The Monochrome Set,
Robert Görl,
Maurizio,
Cal Tjader,
Electric Light Orchestra,
MDC,
Laurel Aitken,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Negative Approach,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Erasure,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Robert Hood,
Tomorrow,
Minor Threat,
Radiohead,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
The Divine Comedy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry's Kids,
Heaven 17,
The Searchers,
FM Einheit,
Kaleidoscope,
Bobby Womack,
Vainqueur,
New Order,
Chris Corsano,
Charles Mingus,
One Last Wish,
Lucky Dragons,
Theoretical Girls,
Flash Fearless,
U.S. Maple,
Niagra,
The Seeds,
Mark Hollis,
Yellowson,
Goldenarms,
Easy Going,
Altered Images,
Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp, Supertramp.
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.