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 Somalia and from Cairo.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap to the jazz 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 Graham Central Station. All the underground hits.
All Faust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Au Pairs,
Connie Case,
Easy Going,
Dennis Brown,
JFA,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rhythm & Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Durutti Column,
The Seeds,
Japan,
Urselle,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pretty Things,
Jeff Mills,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Doors,
The Move,
Tubeway Army,
Brass Construction,
F. McDonald,
David McCallum,
The Shadows of Knight,
Sun Ra,
The Fire Engines,
Marmalade,
Man Eating Sloth,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Shuggie Otis,
Motorama,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scan 7,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mark Hollis,
Groovy Waters,
Saccharine Trust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Index,
The Divine Comedy,
Susan Cadogan,
Altered Images,
Icehouse,
Kerrie Biddell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Television,
Minny Pops,
Matthew Bourne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Tom Boy,
DNA,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Derrick Morgan,
John Foxx,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.