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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Manila.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge 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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Pulsallama,
John Foxx,
X-102,
Nils Olav,
Fatback Band,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Stetsasonic,
The Sonics,
Ornette Coleman,
Jawbox,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Electric Prunes,
Letta Mbulu,
Banda Bassotti,
Deepchord,
the Association,
The Names,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The United States of America,
Camberwell Now,
Public Image Ltd.,
Albert Ayler,
Hot Snakes,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Fear,
Basic Channel,
Harry Pussy,
David McCallum,
The Monks,
Suicide,
Juan Atkins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy Collins,
Simply Red,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Soul Sonic Force,
Lalann,
The Slits,
Flash Fearless,
Angry Samoans,
The Associates,
Connie Case,
Morten Harket,
Marshall Jefferson,
Soulsonic Force,
Amazonics,
Sun Ra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Blues Magoos,
The Angels of Light,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Mojo Men,
AZ,
Joensuu 1685,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
The Litter,
Mad Mike,
Yellowson,
Swans,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.