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 St Lucia and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Kinks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Derrick Morgan,
Leonard Cohen,
Con Funk Shun,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Star Department,
Intrusion,
The Raincoats,
K-Klass,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound,
Half Japanese,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sugar Minott,
The Modern Lovers,
Joe Finger,
The Real Kids,
Shoche,
Absolute Body Control,
Cameo,
Subhumans,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Amon Düül II,
Jawbox,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Ludus,
Scion,
Second Layer,
Duran Duran,
Moby Grape,
Faust,
Can,
The Cure,
Altered Images,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
Hardrive,
Dark Day,
Gil Scott Heron,
The United States of America,
Quantec,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Womack,
Fluxion,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Marshall Jefferson,
Joensuu 1685,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Cowsills,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Dawn Penn,
The J.B.'s,
Fifty Foot Hose,
kango's stein massive,
Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza, Eyeless In Gaza.
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.