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 Mexico and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 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 Amon Düül II to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every JFA 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 synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sonny Sharrock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Stereo Dub,
Altered Images,
The Remains,
Amon Düül,
Nils Olav,
Youth Brigade,
Interpol,
Danielle Patucci,
Mo-Dettes,
Popol Vuh,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
Moebius,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Kevin Saunderson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gang Starr,
The Searchers,
Flash Fearless,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jerry's Kids,
D'Angelo,
Bill Near,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Smog,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Newcleus,
Nico,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Mary Jane Girls,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Echospace,
Dark Day,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
48th St. Collective,
Sun City Girls,
Talk Talk,
Soft Cell,
The Offenders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Barrington Levy,
Terrestrial Tones,
Make Up,
the Association,
The Barracudas,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ludus,
Oneida,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
10cc, 10cc, 10cc, 10cc.
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.