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 Bulgaria and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 The Electric Prunes to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Marshall Jefferson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aloha Tigers 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sisters of Mercy,
Guru Guru,
John Holt,
Gong,
The Flesh Eaters,
Moss Icon,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
H. Thieme,
Nation of Ulysses,
Funky Four + One,
Hoover,
Average White Band,
Warren Ellis,
These Immortal Souls,
The Monks,
Lakeside,
David McCallum,
Sonic Youth,
Sound Behaviour,
U.S. Maple,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Ten City,
Sixth Finger,
The Buckinghams,
Marvin Gaye,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Busters,
Organ,
Swell Maps,
The Doors,
The Music Machine,
Eric B and Rakim,
Dead Boys,
The Leaves,
Lalo Schifrin,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tim Buckley,
Theoretical Girls,
Grauzone,
Davy DMX,
Sparks,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Mars,
Alton Ellis,
Black Bananas,
T.S.O.L.,
Don Cherry,
Royal Trux,
Minor Threat,
Y Pants,
Soulsonic Force,
Gerry Rafferty,
Half Japanese,
Blake Baxter,
John Foxx,
China Crisis,
D'Angelo,
Audionom,
The Trojans,
Sister Nancy,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.