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 China and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 synthesizer 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 ABC to the dance 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 Richard Hell and the Voidoids. All the underground hits.
All David Bowie tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nirvana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
Deakin,
John Foxx,
Masters at Work,
Black Sheep,
Crispy Ambulance,
Laurel Aitken,
Ronan,
Kaleidoscope,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Adolescents,
Tommy Roe,
Silicon Teens,
EPMD,
The Fire Engines,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Terry Callier,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gabor Szabo,
The Modern Lovers,
Index,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Scratch Acid,
Pet Shop Boys,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Magma,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Nico,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Theoretical Girls,
Franke,
Barrington Levy,
Isaac Hayes,
The Gun Club,
Kayak,
Funky Four + One,
Zapp,
Camouflage,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Interpol,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Los Fastidios,
the Bar-Kays,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Shadows of Knight,
Banda Bassotti,
Blossom Toes,
Jeff Mills,
Bluetip,
James White and The Blacks,
In Retrospect,
Neil Young,
The J.B.'s,
Dennis Brown,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lyres,
Sam Rivers,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
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.