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 Barbados and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Oneida to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Rahsaan Roland Kirk. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Andrew Hill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Surgeon,
Little Man,
Thee Headcoats,
Severed Heads,
The Black Dice,
The Young Rascals,
Roger Hodgson,
The Moleskins,
The Buckinghams,
Supertramp,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Whodini,
ABC,
The Last Poets,
Popol Vuh,
Bizarre Inc.,
Crispy Ambulance,
Amon Düül,
Icehouse,
Ronnie Foster,
Soft Machine,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Fatback Band,
The Wake,
The Barracudas,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ultra Naté,
the Bar-Kays,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
Skarface,
Pulsallama,
Pierre Henry,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Swans,
Visage,
Clear Light,
Sun Ra,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Aural Exciters,
Monks,
Talk Talk,
Ituana,
Minor Threat,
Malaria!,
Lightning Bolt,
Grandmaster Flash,
Circle Jerks,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Organ,
The Techniques,
The Index,
The Litter,
Vladislav Delay,
The Real Kids,
U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple, U.S. Maple.
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.