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 Vanuatu and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Ken Boothe 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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radio Birdman,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Alarm Clocks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ornette Coleman,
Main Source,
Supertramp,
Liliput,
Desert Stars,
Parry Music,
Barrington Levy,
Chris & Cosey,
Joey Negro,
Monks,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Lou Christie,
E-Dancer,
The Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Ohio Players,
Iggy Pop,
Scion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bush Tetras,
Gregory Isaacs,
Janne Schatter,
Derrick Morgan,
Sex Pistols,
Nik Kershaw,
Donald Byrd,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Goldenarms,
Scrapy,
AZ,
Jeru the Damaja,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Sällskapet,
Erasure,
Fad Gadget,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blake Baxter,
The Fuzztones,
The Neon Judgement,
Amazonics,
Gichy Dan,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Scratch Acid,
The Saints,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Wasted Youth,
Rufus Thomas,
Warren Ellis,
Cluster,
Soft Cell,
8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy, 8 Eyed Spy.
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.