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 San Marino and from Hong Kong.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the organ 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 Joe Finger to the dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Drexciya,
Boredoms,
Cymande,
The Sound,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Peter and Kerry,
Tommy Roe,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Q and Not U,
Kevin Saunderson,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Vladislav Delay,
Dawn Penn,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Minutemen,
Don Cherry,
Todd Terry,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
CMW,
Minny Pops,
Peter & Gordon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Black Pus,
DJ Sneak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Brothers Johnson,
Au Pairs,
The Red Krayola,
Idris Muhammad,
Patti Smith,
The Evens,
Lalo Schifrin,
Quando Quango,
Scan 7,
Derrick May,
In Retrospect,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Amazonics,
Lou Christie,
Smog,
Laurel Aitken,
Depeche Mode,
Camberwell Now,
Albert Ayler,
Half Japanese,
Aloha Tigers,
Infiniti,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Mojo Men,
Crispian St. Peters,
Joe Smooth,
The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas, The Barracudas.
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.