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 Vanuatu and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 arpeggiator 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 Sun City Girls to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Desert Stars. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Aural Exciters,
Pulsallama,
Derrick May,
Von Mondo,
Robert Görl,
Bauhaus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Birthday Party,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
Black Moon,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Slackers,
Zero Boys,
The Smiths,
Dennis Brown,
Unwound,
The Sound,
The Moleskins,
The Smoke,
UT,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Laurel Aitken,
Animal Collective,
Grandmaster Flash,
Massinfluence,
The Names,
Crooked Eye,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Nik Kershaw,
T. Rex,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Kinks,
Amon Düül,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sam Rivers,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Residents,
Magazine,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Brick,
The Litter,
Stiv Bators,
Faraquet,
Terry Callier,
Icehouse,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Das Ding,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Clear Light,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
The Mummies,
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.