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 Slovakia and from Tokyo.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1970 at the first Onyeabor practice in a loft in Enugu.
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 Icehouse to the crunk 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 Al Stewart. All the underground hits.
All X-102 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Basic Channel record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eddi Front,
Kayak,
Pierre Henry,
Metal Thangz,
Absolute Body Control,
Index,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Half Japanese,
Saccharine Trust,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Matthew Bourne,
Pylon,
F. McDonald,
Roxette,
Piero Umiliani,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Roxy Music,
Soft Cell,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Nik Kershaw,
Loose Ends,
Newcleus,
Fort Wilson Riot,
X-101,
Bill Wells,
CMW,
Crime,
Popol Vuh,
Depeche Mode,
Massinfluence,
Sonic Youth,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Organ,
Max Romeo,
Lalo Schifrin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
John Coltrane,
the Normal,
Boogie Down Productions,
Tom Boy,
Agent Orange,
Stiv Bators,
Qualms,
Soulsonic Force,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marcia Griffiths,
Lungfish,
Junior Murvin,
Ultravox,
The Blackbyrds,
The Sonics,
June Days,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.