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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
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 The Offenders to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Goldenarms record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Young Marble Giants,
Supertramp,
The Five Americans,
Scrapy,
Sparks,
Black Moon,
The J.B.'s,
The Divine Comedy,
The Cure,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Alarm Clocks,
Faust,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pole,
Technova,
James White and The Blacks,
Soft Machine,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Model 500,
June Days,
Arcadia,
Monks,
Byron Stingily,
Das Ding,
Idris Muhammad,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Wally Richardson,
The Mojo Men,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Scott Walker,
Dennis Brown,
Pere Ubu,
The Blackbyrds,
The Residents,
The Vogues,
Blancmange,
Eli Mardock,
Spandau Ballet,
Wings,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
CMW,
the Swans,
Jerry's Kids,
Tres Demented,
Archie Shepp,
Dorothy Ashby,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Reuben Wilson,
Eddi Front,
Public Image Ltd.,
Amazonics,
Avey Tare,
Au Pairs,
The Searchers,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.