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 Maldives and from Taipei.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 grunge 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 Spandau Ballet. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Con Funk Shun 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Index,
Cluster,
Niagra,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fatback Band,
Joe Smooth,
Gabor Szabo,
kango's stein massive,
The Raincoats,
Reuben Wilson,
T.S.O.L.,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Fire Engines,
John Holt,
Gang Starr,
B.T. Express,
Tres Demented,
Prince Buster,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Hardrive,
Todd Rundgren,
Pierre Henry,
Duran Duran,
Althea and Donna,
Surgeon,
Throbbing Gristle,
MDC,
Von Mondo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Marine Girls,
Harmonia,
Colin Newman,
The Monks,
Iggy Pop,
Laurel Aitken,
Accadde A,
Matthew Halsall,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Gories,
The Modern Lovers,
The Motions,
Unwound,
Rotary Connection,
Circle Jerks,
The Mummies,
Infiniti,
Shoche,
The Moleskins,
The Misunderstood,
David Axelrod,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Pantytec,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.