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 Pakistan and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 spring reverb 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 Joyce Sims to the grime 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 DJ Style. All the underground hits.
All Gerry Rafferty tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funky Four + One record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Magazine record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Cluster,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gerry Rafferty,
Mars,
Sister Nancy,
Alice Coltrane,
Second Layer,
Supertramp,
Matthew Bourne,
Steve Hackett,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Gladiators,
The Human League,
Bootsy Collins,
Amon Düül,
JFA,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
John Holt,
The Motions,
Lee Hazlewood,
Hoover,
Ornette Coleman,
Johnny Clarke,
Wasted Youth,
Circle Jerks,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Golliwogs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Smoke,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Liliput,
Magma,
The Star Department,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cal Tjader,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maleditus Sound,
Dave Gahan,
The Five Americans,
kango's stein massive,
Bobby Byrd,
Ten City,
Camouflage,
Kenny Larkin,
Y Pants,
Funky Four + One,
Ponytail,
Metal Thangz,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nik Kershaw,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Grass Roots,
Henry Cow,
The J.B.'s,
Goldenarms,
Carl Craig,
the Normal, the Normal, the Normal, the Normal.
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.