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 Cape Verde 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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Godley & Creme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Grauzone. All the underground hits.
All Grey Daturas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Howard Jones,
Ice-T,
ABC,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Hoover,
The Cramps,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lebanon Hanover,
Lyres,
Jerry's Kids,
Subhumans,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
These Immortal Souls,
the Sonics,
Tommy Roe,
Patti Smith,
Faraquet,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Minor Threat,
The Moody Blues,
The Barracudas,
Lou Reed,
The Grass Roots,
Depeche Mode,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Shuggie Otis,
Trumans Water,
Boz Scaggs,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Motions,
Duran Duran,
China Crisis,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mantronix,
Crime,
Mr. Review,
The Black Dice,
Shoche,
The Doobie Brothers,
Procol Harum,
Moebius,
Piero Umiliani,
Half Japanese,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Accadde A,
The Smiths,
Das Ding,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Eyeless In Gaza,
A Certain Ratio,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Kurtis Blow,
Blancmange,
Stetsasonic,
Public Enemy,
Deadbeat,
Scan 7,
Derrick Morgan,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.