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 Greece and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Litter to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Aural Exciters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Connie Case 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Banda Bassotti,
Soft Machine,
Cluster,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sight & Sound,
a-ha,
Livin' Joy,
cv313,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Dave Clark Five,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang Starr,
Joe Finger,
The Alarm Clocks,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Skatalites,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Absolute Body Control,
This Heat,
Can,
Sex Pistols,
The Dirtbombs,
Matthew Bourne,
The Associates,
The Kinks,
Country Joe & The Fish,
MDC,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker,
Subhumans,
The Blues Magoos,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lucky Dragons,
Cheater Slicks,
Amazonics,
Ultimate Spinach,
X-Ray Spex,
Alphaville,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Soulsonic Force,
Depeche Mode,
Nirvana,
China Crisis,
The Doobie Brothers,
Althea and Donna,
CMW,
Colin Newman,
D'Angelo,
Von Mondo,
Barrington Levy,
The Grass Roots,
The Techniques,
Stereo Dub,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Gap Band,
Scientists,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Sonics,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.