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 Suriname and from Cairo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Sällskapet to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blake Baxter. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Oblivians,
Ken Boothe,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
Connie Case,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Gregory Isaacs,
Brick,
Fatback Band,
Depeche Mode,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Parry Music,
China Crisis,
Juan Atkins,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
the Association,
Royal Trux,
X-Ray Spex,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Theoretical Girls,
Livin' Joy,
Loose Ends,
Ronan,
Angry Samoans,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Whodini,
Magma,
Public Enemy,
Bobby Byrd,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pantaleimon,
Neu!,
Eric Copeland,
AZ,
The Misunderstood,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Stiv Bators,
Alphaville,
The Angels of Light,
The Moody Blues,
Altered Images,
Nico,
La Düsseldorf,
Howard Jones,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
The Red Krayola,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Zero Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Brand Nubian,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Suburban Knight,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.