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 Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Glasgow.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Robert Wyatt to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sound Behaviour record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Saints,
Marshall Jefferson,
Freddie Wadling,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Kinks,
Bush Tetras,
FM Einheit,
Loose Ends,
Cecil Taylor,
Mars,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Robert Wyatt,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Searchers,
The Cure,
These Immortal Souls,
Robert Görl,
The Fugs,
Amon Düül,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Aswad,
Interpol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Youth Brigade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Liliput,
Drexciya,
In Retrospect,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Popol Vuh,
The Dave Clark Five,
This Heat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The United States of America,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lucky Dragons,
Adolescents,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pussy Galore,
Banda Bassotti,
The Busters,
Man Parrish,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
The Sonics,
Deakin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Human League,
Kevin Saunderson,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Depeche Mode,
Moss Icon,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
The Real Kids,
Bauhaus,
Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia, Arcadia.
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.