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 South Africa and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the theremin 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 World's Most to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sexual Harrassment. All the underground hits.
All Audionom tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Supertramp,
Reuben Wilson,
Charles Mingus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
James Chance & The Contortions,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Livin' Joy,
Blancmange,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Magazine,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
James White and The Blacks,
Matthew Bourne,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Gang Green,
DJ Sneak,
The Happenings,
The Slits,
The Standells,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
UT,
X-101,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Buzzcocks,
Slave,
Gastr Del Sol,
Colin Newman,
Mark Hollis,
Rekid,
Rosa Yemen,
Roger Hodgson,
Rakim,
Audionom,
Nils Olav,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Move,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
Piero Umiliani,
Surgeon,
Eric Copeland,
Agent Orange,
Anakelly,
Howard Jones,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.