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 Slovenia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 John Foxx to the punk 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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
A Certain Ratio,
the Association,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
EPMD,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Seeds,
Yaz,
Jawbox,
In Retrospect,
Crime,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Laurel Aitken,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-102,
Anthony Braxton,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rites of Spring,
Swans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Qualms,
Cybotron,
Grey Daturas,
Pussy Galore,
Crash Course in Science,
Pylon,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
cv313,
Gang Green,
Trumans Water,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dual Sessions,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Minutemen,
a-ha,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Second Layer,
Agent Orange,
Moss Icon,
Heaven 17,
The Misunderstood,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Liliput,
The Slits,
Arthur Verocai,
Sarah Menescal,
Television Personalities,
Tropical Tobacco,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One,
Zapp,
Funkadelic,
Masters at Work,
Reagan Youth,
Rakim,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw, Warsaw.
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.