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 Vietnam and from Paris.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 R.M.O. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lizzy Mercier Descloux. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Babytalk 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nirvana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
Subhumans,
Negative Approach,
Sex Pistols,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Buzzcocks,
The Motions,
Mo-Dettes,
Reagan Youth,
The Grass Roots,
Interpol,
48th St. Collective,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultravox,
Eric Copeland,
Yusef Lateef,
Anthony Braxton,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Graham Central Station,
Model 500,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Main Source,
The Monochrome Set,
Peter and Kerry,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Prince Buster,
Harpers Bizarre,
Gabor Szabo,
China Crisis,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
James White and The Blacks,
Bauhaus,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Stetsasonic,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
kango's stein massive,
Nick Fraelich,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
The Seeds,
Lyres,
Fat Boys,
The Divine Comedy,
Soft Machine,
Tears for Fears,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Dennis Brown,
Traffic Nightmare,
Soft Cell,
Jimmy McGriff,
Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet, Sällskapet.
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.