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 Brunei and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Michelle Simonal to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Cecil Taylor. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Coltrane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Christie record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Sun Ra,
Depeche Mode,
Bauhaus,
Mars,
Skriet,
Dark Day,
Black Sheep,
Kas Product,
Mandrill,
Supertramp,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Symarip,
The Durutti Column,
Stockholm Monsters,
FM Einheit,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Drive Like Jehu,
Soul Sonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Gabor Szabo,
Marmalade,
R.M.O.,
The Victims,
Dennis Brown,
The Sonics,
Dawn Penn,
Arthur Verocai,
The Electric Prunes,
the Human League,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Saccharine Trust,
The Human League,
F. McDonald,
Flamin' Groovies,
David McCallum,
The Move,
Severed Heads,
Sonic Youth,
Index,
Scion,
The Standells,
Newcleus,
Pierre Henry,
Loose Ends,
Judy Mowatt,
Harmonia,
Ronnie Foster,
Scott Walker,
The Walker Brothers,
Flipper,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Index,
Fluxion,
Cymande,
The Wake,
Marshall Jefferson,
Grandmaster Flash,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Nik Kershaw,
Patti Smith,
Lalann, Lalann, Lalann, Lalann.
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.