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 Hungary and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Gichy Dan to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Kas Product. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scientists record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hoover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
ABBA,
Ultravox,
Yellowson,
The Black Dice,
Joensuu 1685,
Albert Ayler,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Technova,
Derrick Morgan,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Don Cherry,
Pylon,
The Leaves,
Sandy B,
The Offenders,
Surgeon,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slackers,
Jawbox,
The Sonics,
Minnie Riperton,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gong,
Ituana,
These Immortal Souls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Piero Umiliani,
Minor Threat,
Ponytail,
Dave Gahan,
Magma,
Newcleus,
Joyce Sims,
Lou Christie,
Procol Harum,
The Skatalites,
Average White Band,
Marcia Griffiths,
Junior Murvin,
Leonard Cohen,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camberwell Now,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlback,
Amon Düül,
the Normal,
Crispy Ambulance,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Freddie Wadling,
KRS-One,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ten City,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.