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 Serbia and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lagos.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Robert Hood to the techno 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Second Layer 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 crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ten City record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
the Germs,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Durutti Column,
This Heat,
Subhumans,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Half Japanese,
Unrelated Segments,
Slick Rick,
Morten Harket,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
The Offenders,
One Last Wish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bronski Beat,
Ornette Coleman,
Circle Jerks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
ABBA,
Avey Tare,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Judy Mowatt,
The Vogues,
The J.B.'s,
Kerrie Biddell,
Leonard Cohen,
Yaz,
Bauhaus,
Toni Rubio,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Can,
The Leaves,
Von Mondo,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
Silicon Teens,
Alton Ellis,
Sister Nancy,
David Bowie,
Agent Orange,
The Searchers,
Television,
The Divine Comedy,
Bang On A Can,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gichy Dan,
B.T. Express,
Gabor Szabo,
Rapeman,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Outsiders,
Kayak,
Gastr Del Sol,
Schoolly D,
Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented, Tres Demented.
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.