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 Israel and from Shanghai.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1975 at the first Throbbing Gristle practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dave Clark Five to the punk 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 Arcadia. All the underground hits.
All Dennis Brown tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour 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 guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radio Birdman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Stetsasonic,
Barbara Tucker,
Carl Craig,
48th St. Collective,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Newcleus,
Popol Vuh,
Jerry's Kids,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
The Dead C,
Bronski Beat,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Electric Prunes,
The Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
EPMD,
Funky Four + One,
ABC,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thee Headcoats,
Average White Band,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ronan,
The Remains,
Ornette Coleman,
John Holt,
Panda Bear,
Silicon Teens,
FM Einheit,
R.M.O.,
Aaron Thompson,
Porter Ricks,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
The Star Department,
Interpol,
Eric Copeland,
the Soft Cell,
Jacob Miller,
Shoche,
Moss Icon,
This Heat,
The Move,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
The Blues Magoos,
Marine Girls,
Peter and Kerry,
Organ,
Brothers Johnson,
Faraquet,
Jandek,
Warsaw,
Freddie Wadling,
Kurtis Blow,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Wasted Youth,
Neu!, Neu!, Neu!, Neu!.
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.