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 Switzerland 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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Mark Hollis to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dead C record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jacques Brel,
The Cure,
Thee Headcoats,
cv313,
Buzzcocks,
The Stooges,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
Unrelated Segments,
Theoretical Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Trojans,
Todd Rundgren,
the Human League,
Donald Byrd,
Eric Dolphy,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Enemy,
F. McDonald,
Maurizio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kas Product,
ABC,
The Saints,
Dark Day,
Bob Dylan,
Interpol,
Sarah Menescal,
Fad Gadget,
Mo-Dettes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Circle Jerks,
Talk Talk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABBA,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Blancmange,
Hardrive,
Steve Hackett,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Smog,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Josef K,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Mad Mike,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.