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 Belize and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 spring reverb 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 Arthur Verocai to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Amon Düül. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Walker Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Erasure,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Deepchord,
AZ,
One Last Wish,
Barry Ungar,
Index,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Agitation Free,
K-Klass,
Urselle,
Intrusion,
Wally Richardson,
Peter & Gordon,
Brothers Johnson,
Alphaville,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Masters at Work,
FM Einheit,
Marc Almond,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Five Americans,
PIL,
Vladislav Delay,
Tim Buckley,
Hashim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
L. Decosne,
Tubeway Army,
Warsaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Dawn Penn,
Black Pus,
Girls At Our Best!,
World's Most,
James White and The Blacks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Schoolly D,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terry Callier,
Tears for Fears,
Charles Mingus,
Soft Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
DJ Sneak,
Animal Collective,
Lou Christie,
Susan Cadogan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Ronan,
Los Fastidios,
The Smiths,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
Clear Light,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Invisible,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.