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 Israel and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1977 at the first Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Soulsonic Force to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Sad Lovers and Giants. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 808 and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Hasil Adkins,
Agitation Free,
Yaz,
La Düsseldorf,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
Duran Duran,
Hardrive,
U.S. Maple,
Shoche,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Jacques Brel,
X-Ray Spex,
The Leaves,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Smoke,
10cc,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Khruangbin,
EPMD,
Chris & Cosey,
Mark Hollis,
Kevin Saunderson,
Bush Tetras,
Neil Young,
Talk Talk,
Suburban Knight,
Nick Fraelich,
Amazonics,
Throbbing Gristle,
Deakin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Funky Four + One,
The Sound,
kango's stein massive,
Grauzone,
Bob Dylan,
Letta Mbulu,
Tears for Fears,
Marc Almond,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick Morgan,
This Heat,
Arthur Verocai,
Byron Stingily,
Grey Daturas,
The American Breed,
Inner City,
Adolescents,
Ten City,
Royal Trux,
Pulsallama,
A Certain Ratio,
Colin Newman,
The Birthday Party,
Pantaleimon,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane, Alice Coltrane.
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.