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 New Zealand and from Johannesburg.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Columbus.
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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 Ludus to the electroclash 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 Hoover. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lebanon Hanover record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Ultimate Spinach,
Agitation Free,
Boz Scaggs,
Deakin,
Camouflage,
The Cure,
Man Parrish,
The Wake,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Young Rascals,
Whodini,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Divine Comedy,
Colin Newman,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maleditus Sound,
John Cale,
The Vogues,
Guru Guru,
U.S. Maple,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rites of Spring,
The Blues Magoos,
Josef K,
Pharoah Sanders,
Fela Kuti,
Television Personalities,
Lindisfarne,
Goldenarms,
Al Stewart,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Prince Buster,
Angry Samoans,
Scrapy,
The Velvet Underground,
Saccharine Trust,
Parry Music,
Simply Red,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
D'Angelo,
The Birthday Party,
China Crisis,
T. Rex,
The Evens,
Ituana,
Gastr Del Sol,
Funky Four + One,
Cameo,
Brass Construction,
Intrusion,
Lower 48,
Buzzcocks,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Barracudas,
The Litter,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.