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 Greece and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin 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 Amazonics to the disco 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog 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 a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Neon Judgement,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Theoretical Girls,
Unwound,
Sister Nancy,
Kerrie Biddell,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Monolake,
Anakelly,
Delon & Dalcan,
Connie Case,
The Offenders,
Eve St. Jones,
Aaron Thompson,
Japan,
Bauhaus,
The Golliwogs,
Funky Four + One,
Bush Tetras,
Skriet,
The Modern Lovers,
Q65,
Tim Buckley,
David Bowie,
Donny Hathaway,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Flamin' Groovies,
Eden Ahbez,
Liliput,
X-102,
Lalann,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
James White and The Blacks,
Das Ding,
the Human League,
The Five Americans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Marvin Gaye,
The Dead C,
The Associates,
Peter and Kerry,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Graham Central Station,
Monks,
The Vogues,
Ultra Naté,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
The Buckinghams,
Jacques Brel,
Suburban Knight,
Silicon Teens,
Niagra,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sällskapet,
The Names,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.