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 Spain and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 oboe 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the rock 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 Eric Copeland. All the underground hits.
All Oneida tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 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 Dual Sessions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Bizarre Inc.,
Moebius,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Henry Cow,
Ossler,
The Mummies,
Technova,
The Five Americans,
a-ha,
The Grass Roots,
Flipper,
JFA,
Erasure,
Simply Red,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Seeds,
Nico,
The Residents,
The Detroit Cobras,
Freddie Wadling,
The Electric Prunes,
Archie Shepp,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
Gang Green,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rosa Yemen,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scientists,
Unwound,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
Chris & Cosey,
The Modern Lovers,
DNA,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Janne Schatter,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
The Stooges,
Gregory Isaacs,
Arcadia,
Half Japanese,
Masters at Work,
Agitation Free,
Youth Brigade,
Hashim,
Minor Threat,
Lungfish,
The Names,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Skarface,
Funky Four + One,
Patti Smith,
The Cure,
The Cowsills,
The Busters,
Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon, Beasts of Bourbon.
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.