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 Serbia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Bobbi Humphrey to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Black Pus,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
Hashim,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
Visage,
Sun City Girls,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Pere Ubu,
Byron Stingily,
Davy DMX,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
One Last Wish,
Moby Grape,
Brothers Johnson,
Stetsasonic,
MC5,
The Remains,
the Sonics,
Massinfluence,
Model 500,
Basic Channel,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Deadbeat,
EPMD,
The Leaves,
Ken Boothe,
OOIOO,
The Durutti Column,
Morten Harket,
Peter & Gordon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Yaz,
Lou Christie,
Section 25,
The Wake,
Chris Corsano,
Sam Rivers,
Judy Mowatt,
The Mummies,
The Gladiators,
Man Parrish,
The Divine Comedy,
Barry Ungar,
R.M.O.,
John Foxx,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Associates,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Con Funk Shun,
The Toasters,
The Kinks,
DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace, DeepChord presents Echospace.
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.