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 Djibouti and from Taipei.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Smog to the techno 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 Colin Newman. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mandrill record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eyeless In Gaza record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Godley & Creme,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Drexciya,
Todd Terry,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
the Normal,
Moebius,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Jeff Lynne,
Section 25,
Danielle Patucci,
Supertramp,
Duran Duran,
Rakim,
Mission of Burma,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Anakelly,
Youth Brigade,
Organ,
Man Parrish,
Howard Jones,
Can,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Rod Modell,
Patti Smith,
David Bowie,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Eric Copeland,
the Sonics,
Soulsonic Force,
Nirvana,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Fela Kuti,
David McCallum,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Order,
X-Ray Spex,
Reagan Youth,
The New Christs,
The Beau Brummels,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pussy Galore,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Infiniti,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Victims,
Black Bananas,
The Selecter,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Velvet Underground,
Panda Bear,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.