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 Tajikistan and from Lille.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and London.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Tomorrow to the grunge 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 Lalo Schifrin. All the underground hits.
All Toni Rubio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sisters of Mercy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moss Icon,
the Bar-Kays,
Eden Ahbez,
Minnie Riperton,
CMW,
Kerri Chandler,
Fluxion,
Surgeon,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Move,
Rufus Thomas,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tim Buckley,
Toni Rubio,
Blake Baxter,
Loose Ends,
Stetsasonic,
Drexciya,
Kaleidoscope,
Fad Gadget,
Niagra,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Soft Machine,
Icehouse,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crispian St. Peters,
Royal Trux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Sällskapet,
Crash Course in Science,
Procol Harum,
Silicon Teens,
the Slits,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Divine Comedy,
Slave,
Man Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Gil Scott Heron,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Rekid,
Gabor Szabo,
The Trojans,
The Searchers,
PIL,
Eve St. Jones,
Lindisfarne,
T.S.O.L.,
Bronski Beat,
The Gories,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
Janne Schatter,
The New Christs,
Animal Collective,
Todd Rundgren,
U.S. Maple,
The Red Krayola,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.