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 Winnipeg.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Ralphi Rosario to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Bourne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
Moby Grape,
These Immortal Souls,
Rites of Spring,
Supertramp,
Ponytail,
Guru Guru,
Eden Ahbez,
The Tremeloes,
Massinfluence,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cure,
The Raincoats,
the Slits,
Scion,
Das Ding,
Kas Product,
Hot Snakes,
The Invisible,
The Buckinghams,
Yazoo,
MDC,
Kurtis Blow,
Throbbing Gristle,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Vainqueur,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joensuu 1685,
Average White Band,
Drexciya,
ABC,
Ralphi Rosario,
Tom Boy,
Symarip,
Moebius,
Little Man,
New York Dolls,
Kerri Chandler,
Ossler,
Duran Duran,
Dennis Brown,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
Gang Starr,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultravox,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
kango's stein massive,
Young Marble Giants,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Marine Girls,
Crispian St. Peters,
Adolescents,
Vladislav Delay,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.