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 Mali and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Johannesburg.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the sitar 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 Tomorrow 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 Brass Construction. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Sherman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Mission of Burma,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Wally Richardson,
Soft Machine,
The Victims,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jawbox,
The Move,
Motorama,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bill Wells,
Robert Wyatt,
The Electric Prunes,
Lalann,
Black Moon,
Letta Mbulu,
Altered Images,
Deadbeat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Jeru the Damaja,
Erasure,
Curtis Mayfield,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Durutti Column,
Monolake,
Unwound,
Basic Channel,
Byron Stingily,
Connie Case,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
The Dead C,
The Invisible,
a-ha,
Malaria!,
the Sonics,
Howard Jones,
Lakeside,
Leonard Cohen,
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Tres Demented,
Scratch Acid,
Skriet,
Livin' Joy,
Skaos,
The Beau Brummels,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cramps,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Happenings,
Todd Rundgren,
Popol Vuh,
Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman, Colin Newman.
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.