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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Tropical Tobacco to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All the Sonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ludus 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Henry Cow,
Joe Smooth,
These Immortal Souls,
Franke,
Steve Hackett,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dead Boys,
Drexciya,
Marine Girls,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Joyce Sims,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Procol Harum,
10cc,
Scientists,
Eve St. Jones,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
John Lydon,
Fela Kuti,
Gabor Szabo,
Fear,
Mars,
Neu!,
Kurtis Blow,
Rakim,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Delta 5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Agitation Free,
Duran Duran,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang Starr,
Drive Like Jehu,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Heaven 17,
Man Parrish,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Zeros,
The Sound,
Suburban Knight,
Quadrant,
Susan Cadogan,
Radiohead,
Ultravox,
Man Eating Sloth,
Yazoo,
Moebius,
Prince Buster,
The Angels of Light,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
Camberwell Now,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul II Soul,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Gladiators,
The United States of America,
48th St. Collective,
L. Decosne,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.