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 Djibouti and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Duran Duran to the punk 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 Rhythm & Sound. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
Tomorrow,
Niagra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Magma,
Sixth Finger,
Icehouse,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delta 5,
Carl Craig,
Dark Day,
The Monochrome Set,
Second Layer,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lyres,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Aural Exciters,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Black Bananas,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Piero Umiliani,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Normal,
The Buckinghams,
Kayak,
Stiv Bators,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Eurythmics,
Kerrie Biddell,
Eddi Front,
Section 25,
Brothers Johnson,
The Trojans,
Malaria!,
Lakeside,
The Gladiators,
Todd Terry,
The Cure,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scan 7,
10cc,
New York Dolls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott Heron,
Tubeway Army,
The Electric Prunes,
Simply Red,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dawn Penn,
X-102,
The Music Machine,
The Blackbyrds,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.