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 Seychelles and from Tehran.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 oboe 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 Human League to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All U.S. Maple tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cluster 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
Idris Muhammad,
L. Decosne,
Connie Case,
John Lydon,
The Skatalites,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cheater Slicks,
David Axelrod,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Laurel Aitken,
Guru Guru,
Gil Scott Heron,
Al Stewart,
Banda Bassotti,
Jawbox,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Gerry Rafferty,
Wire,
Stetsasonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Fela Kuti,
Skarface,
Aswad,
Au Pairs,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Q and Not U,
Kayak,
Mandrill,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gong,
Whodini,
Piero Umiliani,
Warsaw,
The Velvet Underground,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
The Moody Blues,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fear,
Technova,
Marine Girls,
The Motions,
The Knickerbockers,
Symarip,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Erykah Badu,
Lyres,
The Alarm Clocks,
Rotary Connection,
Heaven 17,
The Offenders,
Soulsonic Force,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
Alphaville,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.