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 Estonia and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Freddie Wadling to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Selector Dub Narcotic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Porter Ricks,
10cc,
Lightning Bolt,
Tears for Fears,
Banda Bassotti,
David Axelrod,
Moss Icon,
The Blackbyrds,
Mad Mike,
Skaos,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Agent Orange,
The Smoke,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Can,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Y Pants,
Matthew Halsall,
Drive Like Jehu,
Leonard Cohen,
Underground Resistance,
The Evens,
The Saints,
L. Decosne,
Terry Callier,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Archie Shepp,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nik Kershaw,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Crime,
The Mummies,
Country Teasers,
Oneida,
This Heat,
Khruangbin,
The J.B.'s,
Pierre Henry,
Cheater Slicks,
Don Cherry,
The Count Five,
Lungfish,
Cecil Taylor,
The Motions,
Barbara Tucker,
World's Most,
Gang of Four,
Radiopuhelimet,
Spandau Ballet,
Nick Fraelich,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Godley & Creme,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Soft Machine,
MC5,
Dorothy Ashby,
Max Romeo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.