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 East Timor and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Rapeman to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Leaves record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang Gang Dance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
H. Thieme,
Mr. Review,
Accadde A,
Fifty Foot Hose,
10cc,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jeff Lynne,
Cecil Taylor,
Bill Near,
Cluster,
The Golliwogs,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Roxette,
the Sonics,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tres Demented,
Simply Red,
Amazonics,
EPMD,
Neu!,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Zapp,
June Days,
Ronnie Foster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Zero Boys,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ten City,
Rekid,
Saccharine Trust,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
New York Dolls,
Nico,
Matthew Halsall,
The Human League,
Thompson Twins,
the Soft Cell,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lalann,
Minor Threat,
Depeche Mode,
Jawbox,
Magma,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hardrive,
Symarip,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott Heron,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.