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 Austria and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Terry Callier to the jazz 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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Godley & Creme,
Bobby Sherman,
Talk Talk,
Harry Pussy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Joyce Sims,
Ken Boothe,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Grey Daturas,
Khruangbin,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Negative Approach,
Erasure,
Anakelly,
Underground Resistance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Pop Group,
FM Einheit,
Fear,
The Names,
Public Enemy,
These Immortal Souls,
June Days,
Althea and Donna,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Dead C,
Youth Brigade,
Bluetip,
Avey Tare,
The Monochrome Set,
Parry Music,
Lungfish,
Siglo XX,
Black Flag,
Gong,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Hasil Adkins,
EPMD,
Make Up,
Basic Channel,
cv313,
Stockholm Monsters,
Freddie Wadling,
Cluster,
The Victims,
Ohio Players,
Lucky Dragons,
This Heat,
Thee Headcoats,
Crime,
Andrew Hill,
The Litter,
Spandau Ballet,
Moss Icon,
The Kinks,
The Skatalites,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.