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 Cyprus and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 Yazoo to the punk 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 The Vogues. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Groovy Waters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mark Hollis,
Camberwell Now,
Boredoms,
The Offenders,
The Trojans,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wally Richardson,
Traffic Nightmare,
Arcadia,
CMW,
Subhumans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Soft Machine,
The Dave Clark Five,
Howard Jones,
Bang On A Can,
Mars,
The Tremeloes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Second Layer,
Q and Not U,
Todd Terry,
Monks,
Lungfish,
Bob Dylan,
Blancmange,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Misunderstood,
Max Romeo,
Amazonics,
Dual Sessions,
Stiv Bators,
Skaos,
Janne Schatter,
Pulsallama,
Fluxion,
Sun City Girls,
This Heat,
Johnny Osbourne,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Sound,
R.M.O.,
Henry Cow,
Nik Kershaw,
Japan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Almond,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
June of 44,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Sisters of Mercy,
kango's stein massive,
Babytalk,
Jandek,
The Fall,
A Flock of Seagulls,
New Order,
The Shadows of Knight,
Neil Young,
Gang Starr,
The Skatalites,
Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls, Marine Girls.
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.