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 Morocco and from Taipei.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Thompson Twins to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Negative Approach. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Schoolly D record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Avey Tare,
Stockholm Monsters,
Technova,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Eden Ahbez,
Black Flag,
Barry Ungar,
Kayak,
a-ha,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gong,
Depeche Mode,
The Vogues,
T. Rex,
Adolescents,
Jesper Dahlback,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Monks,
Royal Trux,
Robert Hood,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Barracudas,
Roxy Music,
Subhumans,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Clear Light,
Slick Rick,
Eric B and Rakim,
Tears for Fears,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel,
Whodini,
The Music Machine,
Rapeman,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Marmalade,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Andrew Hill,
Frankie Knuckles,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Terry Callier,
Dark Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Ossler,
Reuben Wilson,
One Last Wish,
DJ Sneak,
The Divine Comedy,
Ken Boothe,
Soul II Soul,
Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire, Cabaret Voltaire.
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.