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 Micronesia and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the dance 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 E-Dancer. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Slick Rick 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?
Judy Mowatt,
Goldenarms,
Davy DMX,
Danielle Patucci,
Scientists,
The Smiths,
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Bill Wells,
Sex Pistols,
Y Pants,
Mandrill,
PIL,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Blake Baxter,
Sonic Youth,
Rosa Yemen,
Alton Ellis,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
In Retrospect,
JFA,
Ossler,
Hardrive,
Sugar Minott,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Sherman,
Mantronix,
Crash Course in Science,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
FM Einheit,
the Swans,
X-Ray Spex,
MC5,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Beau Brummels,
Echospace,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Fraelich,
Tears for Fears,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Associates,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Adolescents,
Roy Ayers,
DJ Style,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
Urselle,
Pantytec,
Wasted Youth,
Flamin' Groovies,
June Days,
Chris Corsano,
Minor Threat,
The Cowsills,
Soul Sonic Force,
Girls At Our Best!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Connie Case,
Metal Thangz,
The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves, The Leaves.
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.