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 Bahamas and from Glasgow.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Terry Callier to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sam Rivers 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Sneak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chris & Cosey,
The Fugs,
James White and The Blacks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Scan 7,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jacques Brel,
Alphaville,
Oneida,
The Music Machine,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lyres,
The Fall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Davy DMX,
Ohio Players,
Sun City Girls,
Main Source,
Bill Wells,
Can,
Ponytail,
Alton Ellis,
Black Pus,
Pet Shop Boys,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
Bush Tetras,
Shuggie Otis,
the Sonics,
Clear Light,
The Wake,
Von Mondo,
Vladislav Delay,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Lungfish,
Danielle Patucci,
OOIOO,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sparks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Scientists,
Youth Brigade,
Sound Behaviour,
Bobby Womack,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
World's Most,
Eddi Front,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Mantronix,
Janne Schatter,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
The Names,
Audionom,
John Cale,
Minor Threat,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.