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 Switzerland and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
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 Colin Newman 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 Aaron Thompson. All the underground hits.
All DJ Style tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
The Raincoats,
Ponytail,
The Gladiators,
Talk Talk,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sällskapet,
Peter & Gordon,
Lightning Bolt,
Steve Hackett,
Alton Ellis,
OOIOO,
Mo-Dettes,
Flash Fearless,
Saccharine Trust,
Thee Headcoats,
Gichy Dan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Eric Dolphy,
Matthew Bourne,
Warren Ellis,
The Golliwogs,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Moody Blues,
Janne Schatter,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Soul II Soul,
Arab on Radar,
New Order,
Amon Düül II,
Stiv Bators,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Star Department,
Pussy Galore,
Sex Pistols,
The Move,
Can,
Connie Case,
Tears for Fears,
Country Teasers,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Essential Logic,
Marc Almond,
Chrome,
X-Ray Spex,
Schoolly D,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scratch Acid,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radio Birdman,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Judy Mowatt,
The Tremeloes,
Smog,
Sixth Finger,
Television,
Isaac Hayes,
D'Angelo,
The Names,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.