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 Bhutan and from Stockholm.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Simply Red. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roxy Music 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aural Exciters,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
La Düsseldorf,
Sound Behaviour,
Piero Umiliani,
Kayak,
Pantytec,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Scientists,
Glambeats Corp.,
Juan Atkins,
Gregory Isaacs,
Malaria!,
The Searchers,
Brick,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
New Order,
Vladislav Delay,
The Zeros,
Alton Ellis,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
Terry Callier,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eli Mardock,
The Motions,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Derrick May,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
L. Decosne,
Sight & Sound,
June Days,
the Swans,
Swans,
Smog,
Mary Jane Girls,
Youth Brigade,
The Mummies,
Ten City,
The Dead C,
Ultravox,
Au Pairs,
Zapp,
Flash Fearless,
Lalo Schifrin,
DNA,
Bill Near,
Archie Shepp,
Yusef Lateef,
The Doobie Brothers,
the Association,
kango's stein massive,
Spandau Ballet,
Prince Buster,
Black Pus,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.