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 Switzerland and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Colin Newman to the funk 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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Sad Lovers and Giants tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Second Layer,
Intrusion,
8 Eyed Spy,
Joy Division,
The Walker Brothers,
Howard Jones,
Grandmaster Flash,
Cal Tjader,
The Fire Engines,
Lungfish,
Eli Mardock,
Althea and Donna,
10cc,
Livin' Joy,
Marmalade,
Al Stewart,
Talk Talk,
Crispian St. Peters,
New York Dolls,
Ash Ra Tempel,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
These Immortal Souls,
the Normal,
Hot Snakes,
Harry Pussy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Eurythmics,
Funkadelic,
Sex Pistols,
Monolake,
The Blackbyrds,
Bluetip,
L. Decosne,
Eddi Front,
Eyeless In Gaza,
James White and The Blacks,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
Alice Coltrane,
Eric Copeland,
the Slits,
Glenn Branca,
Black Moon,
Altered Images,
Trumans Water,
David McCallum,
Arcadia,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Tubeway Army,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Davy DMX,
Matthew Halsall,
Scrapy,
Toni Rubio,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Joensuu 1685,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.