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 Croatia and from Manchester.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
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 Michelle Simonal 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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jerry Gold Smith,
Zapp,
Brand Nubian,
Alison Limerick,
The Fortunes,
Arcadia,
Rufus Thomas,
Cybotron,
Youth Brigade,
These Immortal Souls,
The Raincoats,
Babytalk,
Saccharine Trust,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
F. McDonald,
Henry Cow,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Gang Starr,
Glambeats Corp.,
Surgeon,
Godley & Creme,
Moss Icon,
The Sound,
Sarah Menescal,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Accadde A,
Intrusion,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Invisible,
The Wake,
Warsaw,
Deadbeat,
Television Personalities,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Max Romeo,
Kenny Larkin,
Japan,
Essential Logic,
Matthew Bourne,
Joe Finger,
Amon Düül,
The Durutti Column,
Vladislav Delay,
Radiopuhelimet,
Marmalade,
Animal Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sällskapet,
Mad Mike,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Harmonia,
Marine Girls,
June of 44,
The Velvet Underground,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Standells,
Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth, Reagan Youth.
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.