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 Romania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Philadelphia.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Reuben Wilson to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Leonard Cohen. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Larry & the Blue Notes,
U.S. Maple,
Alison Limerick,
Inner City,
Black Pus,
Gregory Isaacs,
Porter Ricks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Audionom,
Freddie Wadling,
Outsiders,
Youth Brigade,
Neil Young,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bauhaus,
Banda Bassotti,
Kaleidoscope,
Colin Newman,
Crime,
The Associates,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roger Hodgson,
Spoonie Gee,
Fugazi,
Pantaleimon,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oneida,
Joe Finger,
Shoche,
The Golliwogs,
Slick Rick,
Monks,
Todd Terry,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Japan,
Tears for Fears,
The Fall,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Minutemen,
Kayak,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Urselle,
Max Romeo,
Sarah Menescal,
Bobby Sherman,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Happenings,
Bootsy Collins,
Loose Ends,
ABBA,
Prince Buster,
Jacques Brel,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
The Count Five,
Charles Mingus,
Marine Girls,
Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One, Funky Four + One.
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.