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 Liberia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sonics to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Joyce Sims. All the underground hits.
All Kaleidoscope tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kayak record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
The Durutti Column,
Qualms,
The Star Department,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Camouflage,
Gang Gang Dance,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sixth Finger,
Steve Hackett,
The Doors,
Bad Manners,
Blake Baxter,
One Last Wish,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Metal Thangz,
Junior Murvin,
Funky Four + One,
Magazine,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The J.B.'s,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Man Eating Sloth,
Alice Coltrane,
Pantytec,
The Smiths,
The Modern Lovers,
The Count Five,
Mark Hollis,
The Move,
Yaz,
Hashim,
Ronnie Foster,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Second Layer,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Agent Orange,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Average White Band,
Ponytail,
Sound Behaviour,
Intrusion,
Nirvana,
Cameo,
Bronski Beat,
Silicon Teens,
Derrick May,
Pere Ubu,
Faraquet,
The Tremeloes,
Colin Newman,
Royal Trux,
Suburban Knight,
Fatback Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars, Bang on a Can All-Stars.
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.