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 Andorra and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Edmonton.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Quando Quango to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jawbox. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Motions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barclay James Harvest record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
D'Angelo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
U.S. Maple,
Roxy Music,
L. Decosne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Junior Murvin,
Mad Mike,
Althea and Donna,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pierre Henry,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Masters at Work,
Marmalade,
Dark Day,
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
Gabor Szabo,
Sonny Sharrock,
Rhythm & Sound,
Cymande,
Ultravox,
Funky Four + One,
Thee Headcoats,
Piero Umiliani,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Fatback Band,
The Gap Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Mandrill,
Grey Daturas,
Underground Resistance,
Flipper,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
the Germs,
Josef K,
The Monochrome Set,
Minutemen,
Jeff Mills,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Walker Brothers,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Certain Ratio,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Association,
Andrew Hill,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Joey Negro,
Reagan Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Delon & Dalcan,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.