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 Uganda and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 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 Derrick May to the grime 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 Kenny Larkin. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Monolake record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
The Modern Lovers,
Mission of Burma,
The Knickerbockers,
Avey Tare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tomorrow,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Quadrant,
Saccharine Trust,
Johnny Clarke,
Camouflage,
Ronan,
Flamin' Groovies,
Basic Channel,
Brothers Johnson,
Negative Approach,
Ice-T,
Cal Tjader,
Jerry's Kids,
Kas Product,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Sherman,
Aural Exciters,
Ituana,
Scrapy,
L. Decosne,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Donny Hathaway,
The Neon Judgement,
Ludus,
China Crisis,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Busters,
Nas,
X-Ray Spex,
Cluster,
Theoretical Girls,
The Happenings,
Pharoah Sanders,
Infiniti,
The Durutti Column,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Gong,
The Pop Group,
These Immortal Souls,
Chrome,
World's Most,
The Residents,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Arab on Radar,
Blake Baxter,
Agent Orange,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
X-102,
Toni Rubio,
Prince Buster,
Matthew Bourne,
Derrick May,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.