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 Samoa and from Edmonton.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Junior Murvin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Nik Kershaw. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 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 '50s 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 Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric Dolphy,
Inner City,
Procol Harum,
Moby Grape,
Erasure,
Oneida,
Symarip,
Fugazi,
Accadde A,
Joe Finger,
Alton Ellis,
Peter and Kerry,
The Sound,
Japan,
Dead Boys,
Bill Near,
The Cramps,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Khruangbin,
Ultravox,
Make Up,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Barrington Levy,
Rosa Yemen,
The Searchers,
Danielle Patucci,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Tommy Roe,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Franke,
Soul II Soul,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Negative Approach,
Lyres,
The Electric Prunes,
Aaron Thompson,
Todd Terry,
Goldenarms,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Section 25,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Cymande,
Rites of Spring,
Minutemen,
The Residents,
Dave Gahan,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
Model 500,
Brass Construction,
Quadrant,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Trumans Water,
Tubeway Army,
Eddi Front,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Womack,
Jacques Brel,
Panda Bear,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.