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 Paraguay and from Sao Paulo.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Unrelated Segments to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Qualms,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Little Man,
KRS-One,
Sällskapet,
EPMD,
Jeff Lynne,
Fatback Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
Skaos,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
the Germs,
Buzzcocks,
Agent Orange,
The Names,
Minnie Riperton,
Roy Ayers,
Sparks,
T.S.O.L.,
Cal Tjader,
Oblivians,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Jeff Mills,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sonic Youth,
Basic Channel,
Kayak,
Zapp,
Country Teasers,
Agitation Free,
Grandmaster Flash,
the Soft Cell,
Charles Mingus,
Pagans,
Cheater Slicks,
Terrestrial Tones,
James White and The Blacks,
Mandrill,
The Detroit Cobras,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sixth Finger,
Donny Hathaway,
John Cale,
David Axelrod,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fuzztones,
Mantronix,
Al Stewart,
Anakelly,
Scrapy,
The Young Rascals,
Radiopuhelimet,
Duran Duran,
Yazoo,
Blossom Toes,
Minor Threat,
Ornette Coleman,
Cecil Taylor,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.