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 Poland and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Donny Hathaway to the rap 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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Gichy Dan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dave Clark Five,
Symarip,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
The New Christs,
Derrick Morgan,
Maurizio,
Erykah Badu,
John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Godley & Creme,
Saccharine Trust,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
David Axelrod,
The Wake,
The Happenings,
Aaron Thompson,
Roxy Music,
Scratch Acid,
Alton Ellis,
Second Layer,
Flamin' Groovies,
Delta 5,
Skriet,
Deakin,
Basic Channel,
Fad Gadget,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Crash Course in Science,
Bobby Womack,
Don Cherry,
Gastr Del Sol,
Surgeon,
Wally Richardson,
Howard Jones,
The Trojans,
Outsiders,
The Gun Club,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Lungfish,
China Crisis,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Human League,
Echospace,
Khruangbin,
Eve St. Jones,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
the Swans,
Pere Ubu,
FM Einheit,
Tomorrow,
Ultra Naté,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Motions, The Motions, The Motions, The Motions.
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.