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 Tokyo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Anthony Braxton to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All The Moody Blues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bauhaus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MDC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Easy Going,
Outsiders,
Desert Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Sixth Finger,
Cal Tjader,
Blake Baxter,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
Eric Dolphy,
Circle Jerks,
Soft Machine,
David Axelrod,
The Mojo Men,
Interpol,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Wolf Eyes,
Scrapy,
Q and Not U,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
China Crisis,
UT,
Lou Christie,
Swell Maps,
Franke,
Lakeside,
Skaos,
The Angels of Light,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Fall,
The Offenders,
The Pop Group,
Robert Görl,
Saccharine Trust,
Harmonia,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Crime,
Ossler,
Pantaleimon,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mo-Dettes,
Al Stewart,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Aural Exciters,
Adolescents,
Scratch Acid,
Masters at Work,
Flipper,
the Slits,
Laurel Aitken,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Harpers Bizarre,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
Tom Boy,
Roger Hodgson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.