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 Somalia and from Tehran.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the organ 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blossom Toes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro 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 mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Clear Light,
The Slackers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Dave Clark Five,
Urselle,
Dual Sessions,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
DJ Sneak,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Harmonia,
The Victims,
Blake Baxter,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Move,
Sixth Finger,
L. Decosne,
Black Moon,
Flipper,
Shuggie Otis,
The Cure,
The Litter,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
A Certain Ratio,
Gang Green,
New York Dolls,
The Smiths,
Siglo XX,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Bad Manners,
K-Klass,
Stereo Dub,
Talk Talk,
Ten City,
Gang Gang Dance,
Pagans,
Chris & Cosey,
David Axelrod,
Nas,
Liliput,
Juan Atkins,
Soft Machine,
The Knickerbockers,
Terry Callier,
The Busters,
Mantronix,
Harry Pussy,
the Bar-Kays,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lindisfarne,
Sugar Minott,
Electric Prunes,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Arab on Radar,
X-Ray Spex,
Niagra,
Roxette,
Faraquet,
Pierre Henry,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.