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 Japan and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the marimba 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 Vladislav Delay to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fire Engines. All the underground hits.
All The Kinks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boredoms record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gong record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Fluxion,
B.T. Express,
Maleditus Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Radiopuhelimet,
Crime,
Brick,
The Offenders,
Index,
The Young Rascals,
Oneida,
The Index,
Gichy Dan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Visage,
Swell Maps,
Tom Boy,
Scion,
Jeff Mills,
Amon Düül II,
Ponytail,
Main Source,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Josef K,
Masters at Work,
The Monochrome Set,
The Motions,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aswad,
Bauhaus,
The Invisible,
Robert Wyatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
Livin' Joy,
Pantaleimon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Unwound,
Bobby Womack,
Procol Harum,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sonic Youth,
Soft Cell,
Schoolly D,
X-102,
the Slits,
Camouflage,
The Red Krayola,
Colin Newman,
Matthew Bourne,
The Doors,
Barrington Levy,
Neu!,
The Cramps,
Gang Gang Dance,
Cymande,
Kerrie Biddell,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.