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 Iran and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the sitar 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 F. McDonald to the crunk 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Joy Division,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Tim Buckley,
Avey Tare,
Roy Ayers,
The Fugs,
Ten City,
John Cale,
Half Japanese,
Outsiders,
Dorothy Ashby,
Yellowson,
Mr. Review,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rhythm & Sound,
Procol Harum,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Nation of Ulysses,
Terrestrial Tones,
World's Most,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Kurtis Blow,
Jimmy McGriff,
X-102,
FM Einheit,
The Smiths,
Lungfish,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eric Dolphy,
Blake Baxter,
Boogie Down Productions,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jandek,
Hardrive,
Scan 7,
Soft Machine,
Jerry's Kids,
Scott Walker,
Nils Olav,
Franke,
Television Personalities,
kango's stein massive,
Country Teasers,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Rufus Thomas,
Circle Jerks,
Technova,
The Walker Brothers,
The Durutti Column,
Stiv Bators,
Drexciya,
This Heat,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Delon & Dalcan,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Model 500,
Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus, Newcleus.
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.