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 Norway and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Human League to the electroclash 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 Matthew Halsall. All the underground hits.
All Brothers Johnson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Au Pairs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Animal Collective,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Crime,
Lyres,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Grass Roots,
La Düsseldorf,
Symarip,
Agent Orange,
Sight & Sound,
Ponytail,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
PIL,
E-Dancer,
Janne Schatter,
Danielle Patucci,
Althea and Donna,
Robert Wyatt,
One Last Wish,
Barbara Tucker,
Crash Course in Science,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dave Gahan,
Jeff Mills,
Rhythm & Sound,
Audionom,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Happenings,
Duran Duran,
Newcleus,
Simply Red,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nick Fraelich,
Mandrill,
Peter & Gordon,
Kool Moe Dee,
Don Cherry,
The Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Roxy Music,
Mr. Review,
Bronski Beat,
Gang Green,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
Vladislav Delay,
Easy Going,
Gil Scott Heron,
Funkadelic,
June Days,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Detroit Cobras,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.