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 Russia and from Spokane.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
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 Kerrie Biddell to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultimate Spinach record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Infiniti,
Eli Mardock,
D'Angelo,
Television,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Warsaw,
Wire,
Hoover,
The Blues Magoos,
Black Sheep,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
Bauhaus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sex Pistols,
X-102,
Marcia Griffiths,
Radiopuhelimet,
Cybotron,
Terrestrial Tones,
Althea and Donna,
The Remains,
Soul Sonic Force,
Theoretical Girls,
The Mummies,
Shuggie Otis,
the Association,
JFA,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Surgeon,
Tim Buckley,
Chrome,
Judy Mowatt,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Royal Trux,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Thompson Twins,
Prince Buster,
Roger Hodgson,
Altered Images,
Marshall Jefferson,
One Last Wish,
The Alarm Clocks,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Au Pairs,
The Slits,
Quando Quango,
Todd Terry,
Pole,
Skriet,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.