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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Nils Olav 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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Inner City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
The Wake,
Infiniti,
the Sonics,
Simply Red,
John Cale,
Goldenarms,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Vainqueur,
Lower 48,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
DNA,
Monolake,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Tropical Tobacco,
a-ha,
Clear Light,
Connie Case,
Juan Atkins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Popol Vuh,
Mars,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Moody Blues,
Graham Central Station,
Nation of Ulysses,
the Human League,
Matthew Halsall,
Moby Grape,
Zapp,
Boredoms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Hoover,
Sound Behaviour,
Camouflage,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
Pulsallama,
Colin Newman,
Skaos,
Kas Product,
Quando Quango,
Susan Cadogan,
Fela Kuti,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Davy DMX,
Pet Shop Boys,
Erasure,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Thompson Twins,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sällskapet,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster, Ronnie Foster.
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.