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 Sweden and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Johannesburg.
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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the oboe 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 One Last Wish to the jazz 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 Yellowson. All the underground hits.
All Scientists tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Drexciya,
Swell Maps,
The Golliwogs,
Sugar Minott,
Black Moon,
Porter Ricks,
Fluxion,
Skriet,
Josef K,
Monks,
Simply Red,
Hardrive,
Sun City Girls,
Blake Baxter,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
Brothers Johnson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pussy Galore,
Cybotron,
Boz Scaggs,
Nils Olav,
Wire,
Black Sheep,
Sarah Menescal,
The Mummies,
Leonard Cohen,
Bobby Byrd,
Ralphi Rosario,
Matthew Halsall,
Hoover,
Sight & Sound,
John Cale,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Delta 5,
Sound Behaviour,
Eli Mardock,
Alphaville,
Amon Düül II,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Excepter,
John Foxx,
Jawbox,
Bootsy Collins,
Japan,
The Index,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Qualms,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Michelle Simonal,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
The Gap Band,
Harry Pussy,
Soulsonic Force,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Massinfluence,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.