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 Yemen and from Tehran.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the crunk 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 Surgeon. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crime record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Yazoo,
Boredoms,
Subhumans,
H. Thieme,
Ultravox,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mission of Burma,
World's Most,
Kenny Larkin,
China Crisis,
Alphaville,
Piero Umiliani,
Silicon Teens,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
the Germs,
the Normal,
The Selecter,
The Neon Judgement,
Lou Reed,
Ponytail,
Fat Boys,
Television Personalities,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Liliput,
Scott Walker,
Godley & Creme,
Darondo,
Tim Buckley,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Bobby Byrd,
Barry Ungar,
Con Funk Shun,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gong,
The Leaves,
Moss Icon,
L. Decosne,
Rotary Connection,
The Blackbyrds,
Rosa Yemen,
MDC,
Sun City Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
The Cowsills,
Q65,
Pantytec,
Bang On A Can,
The Fortunes,
Mark Hollis,
Supertramp,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Bar-Kays,
New Age Steppers,
The Human League,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.