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 Netherlands 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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 DJ Style to the techno 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All Das Ding tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every kango's stein massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Symarip,
Quadrant,
Eddi Front,
Supertramp,
Hoover,
Morten Harket,
Sex Pistols,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Pretty Things,
Panda Bear,
The Electric Prunes,
L. Decosne,
Donny Hathaway,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Cure,
48th St. Collective,
Young Marble Giants,
Khruangbin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Searchers,
Joy Division,
Al Stewart,
Sugar Minott,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Masters at Work,
OOIOO,
Model 500,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jimmy McGriff,
Minny Pops,
The Red Krayola,
The Index,
Country Teasers,
Pussy Galore,
Newcleus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Groovy Waters,
Oneida,
Roger Hodgson,
Johnny Osbourne,
Derrick Morgan,
Angry Samoans,
Schoolly D,
The Gories,
Zapp,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Althea and Donna,
Ten City,
The Litter,
Warsaw,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Techniques,
The Remains,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
John Cale,
Scratch Acid,
Ponytail,
Gang of Four,
Technova,
The Smoke,
The Gap Band,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.