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 Portugal and from Milan.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Television to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Unrelated Segments tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terry Callier,
Nico,
Bobby Byrd,
Ohio Players,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bang On A Can,
Tom Boy,
Whodini,
Niagra,
New Age Steppers,
Flash Fearless,
Cameo,
Scott Walker,
Nas,
a-ha,
Sandy B,
Deepchord,
The Divine Comedy,
Swans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lyres,
Liliput,
Slave,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Crime,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
Zapp,
Hoover,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sixth Finger,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Morten Harket,
Eve St. Jones,
Terrestrial Tones,
Surgeon,
Harmonia,
Wolf Eyes,
The Martian,
Minor Threat,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Henry Cow,
Rod Modell,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crooked Eye,
Roger Hodgson,
The Pretty Things,
DJ Style,
the Association,
B.T. Express,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Wells,
The Seeds,
Slick Rick,
Kayak,
Peter & Gordon,
This Heat,
Kevin Saunderson,
Ludus, Ludus, Ludus, Ludus.
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.