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 Norway and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 spring reverb 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Faraquet. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Divine Comedy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Buckinghams,
James White and The Blacks,
Alphaville,
Saccharine Trust,
Pulsallama,
Sandy B,
Make Up,
Pantaleimon,
Pagans,
Main Source,
Khruangbin,
The Grass Roots,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Moody Blues,
Danielle Patucci,
the Sonics,
Silicon Teens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
Lyres,
ABC,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ultra Naté,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blancmange,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crash Course in Science,
Sonny Sharrock,
Terrestrial Tones,
R.M.O.,
Shuggie Otis,
Banda Bassotti,
Gerry Rafferty,
Hot Snakes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Althea and Donna,
the Fania All-Stars,
Grey Daturas,
Can,
The Slits,
Marcia Griffiths,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
In Retrospect,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
AZ,
Alison Limerick,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Hill,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mission of Burma,
Eli Mardock,
Mandrill,
Procol Harum,
Erykah Badu,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tres Demented,
The Smoke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.