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 Singapore and from Bremen.
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 Bologna and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 PIL to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liliput record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vaughan Mason & Crew record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
a-ha,
Tim Buckley,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mummies,
The Beau Brummels,
The Gap Band,
Bad Manners,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Kayak,
The Busters,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Cowsills,
Buzzcocks,
Monolake,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Flamin' Groovies,
Yellowson,
The Count Five,
Procol Harum,
Mad Mike,
Newcleus,
Carl Craig,
Deepchord,
Lucky Dragons,
Brick,
The Flesh Eaters,
Lalann,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Red Krayola,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
The Standells,
Ultravox,
The Fire Engines,
Ohio Players,
The Buckinghams,
The Saints,
Tropical Tobacco,
H. Thieme,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Chris Corsano,
Tommy Roe,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Last Poets,
Glambeats Corp.,
Lou Christie,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.