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 Norway and from Shanghai.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Skaos. All the underground hits.
All Crispy Ambulance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a JFA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Barclay James Harvest,
Half Japanese,
The Fortunes,
Scott Walker,
Drexciya,
Tubeway Army,
Byron Stingily,
Crime,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Royal Trux,
Pussy Galore,
Tim Buckley,
Lalann,
David McCallum,
Fluxion,
Icehouse,
Lower 48,
Sparks,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Techniques,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Neil Young,
Stockholm Monsters,
Peter and Kerry,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Nas,
The Gladiators,
Smog,
Absolute Body Control,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Roxette,
Steve Hackett,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ten City,
Mandrill,
DJ Sneak,
Susan Cadogan,
Au Pairs,
Eli Mardock,
The J.B.'s,
Franke,
Banda Bassotti,
Khruangbin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Leaves,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
Scrapy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Infiniti,
Pulsallama,
Jeru the Damaja,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Motions,
Patti Smith,
Barbara Tucker,
Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall, Matthew Halsall.
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.