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 Azerbaijan and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 John Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gap Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Avey Tare,
Yellowson,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bauhaus,
The Human League,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
ABBA,
The Smiths,
Man Eating Sloth,
Eric Copeland,
Skriet,
The Martian,
The Five Americans,
Television Personalities,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
8 Eyed Spy,
Aswad,
The Fuzztones,
Infiniti,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
T.S.O.L.,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Slits,
Porter Ricks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
The Vogues,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Crooked Eye,
Deadbeat,
Nick Fraelich,
Crime,
T. Rex,
Leonard Cohen,
Darondo,
Morten Harket,
Ice-T,
the Bar-Kays,
Cameo,
The Kinks,
Barrington Levy,
Moss Icon,
Graham Central Station,
Hoover,
Gong,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ponytail,
Kenny Larkin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Depeche Mode,
Sparks,
Charles Mingus,
Boz Scaggs,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bluetip,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.