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 Ghana and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Sonny Sharrock to the grunge 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 Soft Cell. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kas Product,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Iggy Pop,
Boredoms,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ohio Players,
Girls At Our Best!,
Clear Light,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Angry Samoans,
Moebius,
Blancmange,
Von Mondo,
K-Klass,
R.M.O.,
Brick,
Gang Starr,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Lydon,
kango's stein massive,
F. McDonald,
Minutemen,
The Blackbyrds,
Rakim,
The Pop Group,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Traffic Nightmare,
Radio Birdman,
Whodini,
the Slits,
Zapp,
LL Cool J,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Intrusion,
Camberwell Now,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jeff Lynne,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Blake Baxter,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Swans,
Bluetip,
Carl Craig,
ABC,
The Divine Comedy,
Audionom,
Unwound,
Roy Ayers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Yusef Lateef,
Echospace,
Sound Behaviour,
Hasil Adkins,
The Leaves,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
T. Rex,
Barry Ungar,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Wells,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction, Brass Construction.
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.