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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 The Beau Brummels to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mo-Dettes. All the underground hits.
All The Offenders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Association,
Ultra Naté,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Soft Cell,
Ken Boothe,
Harmonia,
Erykah Badu,
The Busters,
Ralphi Rosario,
Spoonie Gee,
the Slits,
The Beau Brummels,
Saccharine Trust,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
Livin' Joy,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Glenn Branca,
Cameo,
Amon Düül,
Infiniti,
Shuggie Otis,
Lou Reed,
Excepter,
Joensuu 1685,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Robert Hood,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Sound,
Joe Smooth,
Morten Harket,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Magma,
Matthew Halsall,
Dave Gahan,
The Smoke,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Magazine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pagans,
Alphaville,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Eric Copeland,
Skarface,
Unrelated Segments,
Wire,
The Fire Engines,
Ponytail,
Alice Coltrane,
The Cowsills,
New York Dolls,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Make Up,
Rosa Yemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Index,
Peter & Gordon,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.