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 Nepal and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 sitar 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 Juan Atkins to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Standells. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Von Mondo,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Neil Young,
Godley & Creme,
Section 25,
Make Up,
Desert Stars,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Techniques,
Second Layer,
The Invisible,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Lynne,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Lalann,
Terrestrial Tones,
The United States of America,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Guru Guru,
Matthew Halsall,
Barbara Tucker,
Procol Harum,
Curtis Mayfield,
Big Daddy Kane,
Traffic Nightmare,
B.T. Express,
Shoche,
Joensuu 1685,
the Soft Cell,
Nik Kershaw,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Bob Dylan,
Wasted Youth,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Scott Walker,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tomorrow,
Iggy Pop,
ABC,
Pantaleimon,
Prince Buster,
DNA,
Lower 48,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
Ponytail,
T.S.O.L.,
K-Klass,
Eurythmics,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
The Litter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Red Krayola,
The Durutti Column,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.