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 Niger and from Toronto.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Roger Hodgson to the jazz 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 Camberwell Now. All the underground hits.
All Country Joe & The Fish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gregory Isaacs 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Residents,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Bill Near,
Jimmy McGriff,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rod Modell,
The Human League,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Barrington Levy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Delon & Dalcan,
Popol Vuh,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Funkadelic,
Stiv Bators,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Zapp,
The Zeros,
Guru Guru,
Crooked Eye,
Pulsallama,
The Motions,
The Toasters,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Quantec,
Glambeats Corp.,
Massinfluence,
Liliput,
Pagans,
Eli Mardock,
Maleditus Sound,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Associates,
a-ha,
The Monks,
Yaz,
Moby Grape,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Bluetip,
Heaven 17,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Jawbox,
Deakin,
Black Bananas,
Lucky Dragons,
Hoover,
John Foxx,
Panda Bear,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
The Slits,
Cameo,
Pylon,
James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions, James Chance & The Contortions.
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.