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 Panama and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Sao Paulo.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Agent Orange to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rosa Yemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Camberwell Now,
The Remains,
Marc Almond,
Crash Course in Science,
H. Thieme,
Unwound,
Infiniti,
E-Dancer,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Man Parrish,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Iggy Pop,
Crispian St. Peters,
Kenny Larkin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
Sonny Sharrock,
Thompson Twins,
Dead Boys,
The Cowsills,
Sun City Girls,
Pole,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Surgeon,
The Gun Club,
The Fortunes,
Whodini,
Stiv Bators,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Lalann,
Schoolly D,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Ultra Naté,
Joe Smooth,
Stereo Dub,
Black Moon,
ABC,
Chris & Cosey,
Severed Heads,
a-ha,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The American Breed,
Matthew Halsall,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alice Coltrane,
Agent Orange,
Model 500,
Aural Exciters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joensuu 1685,
LL Cool J,
Kas Product,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.