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 Oman and from Manchester.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Organ to the disco 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 The Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Barclay James Harvest tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
The Gap Band,
Eric Dolphy,
Arcadia,
Unrelated Segments,
Scrapy,
Ten City,
Hot Snakes,
The Young Rascals,
UT,
Minor Threat,
Rotary Connection,
Gerry Rafferty,
Excepter,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Average White Band,
EPMD,
The Fugs,
Drive Like Jehu,
Icehouse,
Metal Thangz,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Donald Byrd,
Ultravox,
Aural Exciters,
Sister Nancy,
Bronski Beat,
the Slits,
FM Einheit,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
John Holt,
Matthew Halsall,
Neil Young,
Barclay James Harvest,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Rekid,
Pantaleimon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Accadde A,
Pierre Henry,
The Smoke,
Scientists,
Pulsallama,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Golliwogs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Country Teasers,
Audionom,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
The New Christs,
Black Sheep,
Cymande,
Arthur Verocai,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
Angry Samoans,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.