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 Bulgaria and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Portland.
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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Mary Jane Girls to the grunge 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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All June Days tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Spandau Ballet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Tremeloes,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Boogie Down Productions,
Yaz,
8 Eyed Spy,
Y Pants,
Amon Düül,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Agitation Free,
Animal Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
The Litter,
Quantec,
AZ,
Byron Stingily,
Flipper,
Trumans Water,
The Index,
Cymande,
Bob Dylan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry's Kids,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Todd Rundgren,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Pop Group,
Matthew Halsall,
Organ,
Juan Atkins,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Jeff Mills,
Moby Grape,
Mo-Dettes,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
Alison Limerick,
One Last Wish,
Los Fastidios,
Deadbeat,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Lindisfarne,
the Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Suburban Knight,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ludus,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Green,
Eurythmics,
The Remains,
Fluxion,
Depeche Mode,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.