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 Korea North and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kerrie Biddell. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
The Sonics,
Massinfluence,
The Fortunes,
Saccharine Trust,
Q and Not U,
the Normal,
Ludus,
Lalo Schifrin,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Susan Cadogan,
The Cure,
Liliput,
Negative Approach,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bronski Beat,
Oneida,
Sight & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Carl Craig,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Fugs,
Scion,
Stereo Dub,
UT,
Bill Near,
Alton Ellis,
Scientists,
Barry Ungar,
The Index,
Traffic Nightmare,
Ultra Naté,
Freddie Wadling,
Kas Product,
Eric Copeland,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
Pet Shop Boys,
Dark Day,
The Doobie Brothers,
Donald Byrd,
Fluxion,
Mark Hollis,
Siglo XX,
Maleditus Sound,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
Quando Quango,
Gang Green,
Eddi Front,
Fela Kuti,
Todd Terry,
The Move,
Yusef Lateef,
Todd Rundgren,
The Blues Magoos,
a-ha,
Kerri Chandler,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABC,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.