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 Sri Lanka and from Columbus.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Amon Düül II to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sex Pistols. All the underground hits.
All X-Ray Spex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a China Crisis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
One Last Wish,
Loose Ends,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
The Index,
Minutemen,
Isaac Hayes,
Silicon Teens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
Sonic Youth,
Alton Ellis,
kango's stein massive,
Boz Scaggs,
Bluetip,
Piero Umiliani,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Negative Approach,
Neil Young,
The Fire Engines,
The Divine Comedy,
Cheater Slicks,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gun Club,
The Gladiators,
Sound Behaviour,
Ultravox,
Television Personalities,
Khruangbin,
The Techniques,
Cymande,
The Sound,
Agitation Free,
Sandy B,
John Foxx,
Joyce Sims,
Minnie Riperton,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
H. Thieme,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Japan,
Fluxion,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Henry Cow,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
U.S. Maple,
Erykah Badu,
Arthur Verocai,
Nick Fraelich,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Quando Quango,
Arcadia,
Mars,
JFA,
The Golliwogs,
Rotary Connection,
Banda Bassotti,
The Searchers,
Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson, Kevin Saunderson.
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.