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 Palau and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Khruangbin to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Youth Brigade. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Human League record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
New Age Steppers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Wasted Youth,
the Human League,
Radio Birdman,
Livin' Joy,
Agitation Free,
Gabor Szabo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delta 5,
The American Breed,
The Mojo Men,
The Fortunes,
Flipper,
the Sonics,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Deadbeat,
Eve St. Jones,
The Blues Magoos,
Ultra Naté,
Wally Richardson,
Laurel Aitken,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
Al Stewart,
Matthew Halsall,
Model 500,
Kurtis Blow,
Clear Light,
T.S.O.L.,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Soul II Soul,
Average White Band,
Cybotron,
Marvin Gaye,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Symarip,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Simply Red,
Make Up,
Scratch Acid,
The Buckinghams,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Boredoms,
Traffic Nightmare,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Sandy B,
Hasil Adkins,
Ossler,
OOIOO,
Panda Bear,
Mars,
Marmalade,
Essential Logic,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.