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 Estonia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 marimba 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 Banda Bassotti to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Funky Four + One. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-Ray Spex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Sherman,
Gong,
The Fortunes,
The Sound,
China Crisis,
Malaria!,
The Knickerbockers,
Boogie Down Productions,
Panda Bear,
The Selecter,
Al Stewart,
Laurel Aitken,
Groovy Waters,
Judy Mowatt,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Youth Brigade,
Index,
Deakin,
Erasure,
Swans,
Stetsasonic,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Subhumans,
Gang of Four,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sonics,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
John Holt,
Bob Dylan,
Bauhaus,
The Velvet Underground,
MDC,
Niagra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Parry Music,
Connie Case,
Mission of Burma,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Roxy Music,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Echospace,
Pylon,
The Walker Brothers,
Pulsallama,
Radio Birdman,
Oblivians,
Joensuu 1685,
Toni Rubio,
The Toasters,
Los Fastidios,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Dirtbombs,
Pantaleimon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sandy B,
Q65,
Roy Ayers,
Slave,
Ituana,
The Black Dice,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.