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 Comoros and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Echospace to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Arthur Verocai record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Shadows of Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Matthew Halsall,
Lindisfarne,
The Monks,
Q65,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
PIL,
Gang Starr,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Aloha Tigers,
Mary Jane Girls,
Josef K,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Skatalites,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rufus Thomas,
The Smoke,
World's Most,
Sam Rivers,
Bootsy Collins,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Joyce Sims,
Shuggie Otis,
Pussy Galore,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
Harpers Bizarre,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Albert Ayler,
Lightning Bolt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Funkadelic,
Camberwell Now,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The United States of America,
Rotary Connection,
Andrew Hill,
The Neon Judgement,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Theoretical Girls,
ABC,
In Retrospect,
Sight & Sound,
The Litter,
The Martian,
The Tremeloes,
The Birthday Party,
Accadde A,
Cameo,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Soft Cell,
Echospace,
Ohio Players,
Dead Boys,
Motorama,
Popol Vuh,
Stereo Dub,
Severed Heads,
Soft Machine,
Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel, Basic Channel.
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.