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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Moebius to the funk 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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Yaz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fad Gadget 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Can,
Flipper,
Dennis Brown,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Sound Behaviour,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Stooges,
Scion,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
Model 500,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Invisible,
Neil Young,
Little Man,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
H. Thieme,
cv313,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Steve Hackett,
The Electric Prunes,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Simply Red,
Pantytec,
Stereo Dub,
Scrapy,
MC5,
Suburban Knight,
Fat Boys,
Nik Kershaw,
Pulsallama,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Yellowson,
Youth Brigade,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
John Lydon,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dead C,
Massinfluence,
Radiopuhelimet,
Chris Corsano,
Dorothy Ashby,
Popol Vuh,
The American Breed,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
Alphaville,
Fear, Fear, Fear, Fear.
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.