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 Haiti and from Madrid.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Infiniti to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Byron Stingily. All the underground hits.
All MC5 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Main Source,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sparks,
Procol Harum,
The Count Five,
The Birthday Party,
The Five Americans,
Cybotron,
Erykah Badu,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joey Negro,
Franke,
AZ,
Spandau Ballet,
Stereo Dub,
Crash Course in Science,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Grey Daturas,
The Shadows of Knight,
Thompson Twins,
The Fire Engines,
Sällskapet,
Jandek,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Smog,
Tropical Tobacco,
Joy Division,
Eli Mardock,
Sixth Finger,
Radiopuhelimet,
Alison Limerick,
Dave Gahan,
Can,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Con Funk Shun,
Hoover,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pulsallama,
U.S. Maple,
X-Ray Spex,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harpers Bizarre,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Detroit Cobras,
UT,
Deadbeat,
Anthony Braxton,
Kool Moe Dee,
Toni Rubio,
Saccharine Trust,
Harry Pussy,
Mars,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Bobby Byrd,
Donny Hathaway,
Monolake,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.