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 Japan and from Seoul.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Zero Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Moody Blues,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bush Tetras,
Terry Callier,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Interpol,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Idris Muhammad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cosmic Jokers,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fatback Band,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
The Cowsills,
FM Einheit,
Basic Channel,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Beau Brummels,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Amon Düül II,
Pussy Galore,
Derrick May,
Skriet,
Maurizio,
Soulsonic Force,
Whodini,
Man Parrish,
The Fuzztones,
Inner City,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Invisible,
Bang On A Can,
Mark Hollis,
Make Up,
Wasted Youth,
Sam Rivers,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Darondo,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Mr. Review,
Negative Approach,
Cecil Taylor,
Connie Case,
Susan Cadogan,
The Toasters,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
H. Thieme,
Lou Reed,
Delta 5,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Vogues,
Joey Negro,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.