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 Ecuador and from Portland.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 marimba 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 The United States of America to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Gong tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pet Shop Boys,
Quando Quango,
Sam Rivers,
Freddie Wadling,
ABC,
Ludus,
Chris Corsano,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
Unwound,
Can,
Skaos,
Make Up,
Radio Birdman,
Camouflage,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Suicide,
Mo-Dettes,
Spandau Ballet,
X-101,
Marcia Griffiths,
Magma,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Don Cherry,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
OOIOO,
Eve St. Jones,
Jimmy McGriff,
Basic Channel,
K-Klass,
Mars,
T. Rex,
These Immortal Souls,
Grey Daturas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Arab on Radar,
Lightning Bolt,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Terry Callier,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Bobby Byrd,
The Fugs,
The Star Department,
Robert Wyatt,
Pussy Galore,
DJ Style,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Whodini,
Josef K,
Trumans Water,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Harpers Bizarre,
Black Sheep,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roger Hodgson,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rapeman,
The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five, The Count Five.
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.