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 Montenegro and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 The Fortunes to the grime 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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Beasts of Bourbon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-102,
Robert Görl,
Bobby Sherman,
The Happenings,
Minny Pops,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Electric Prunes,
Pere Ubu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Albert Ayler,
Television,
The Barracudas,
The Pop Group,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Warsaw,
Eve St. Jones,
Siglo XX,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Peter & Gordon,
The Fugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ituana,
Drexciya,
Nick Fraelich,
The Techniques,
Dark Day,
Bill Near,
Moby Grape,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ralphi Rosario,
Easy Going,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Morten Harket,
JFA,
Organ,
X-101,
The Wake,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
Index,
Franke,
The Smiths,
Subhumans,
Stereo Dub,
Kayak,
Minutemen,
Kenny Larkin,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dave Gahan,
Bronski Beat,
Grey Daturas,
Intrusion,
Section 25,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.