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 Liberia and from Lagos.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Organ to the techno 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 Sandy B. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Buckinghams record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Dead C,
Von Mondo,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Dennis Brown,
Surgeon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Wire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mark Hollis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Charles Mingus,
The Pop Group,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Normal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Music Machine,
Trumans Water,
Yazoo,
Royal Trux,
Symarip,
Ronnie Foster,
David McCallum,
Scott Walker,
Oneida,
Cecil Taylor,
Barclay James Harvest,
Pagans,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Moebius,
Duran Duran,
Aswad,
Whodini,
DJ Sneak,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Hill,
The Monochrome Set,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Hardrive,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rakim,
Flipper,
Ken Boothe,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
the Soft Cell,
Cluster,
The Invisible,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Swell Maps,
In Retrospect,
Joe Finger,
Marvin Gaye,
Magazine,
Nirvana,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.