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 Netherlands 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Mighty Diamonds. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Monks,
Second Layer,
Althea and Donna,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Blancmange,
Lee Hazlewood,
The United States of America,
Jeff Mills,
Ultra Naté,
Bang On A Can,
Subhumans,
The Cure,
The Gories,
The Fire Engines,
Monolake,
Hasil Adkins,
Zero Boys,
Neu!,
Porter Ricks,
The Leaves,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Chris & Cosey,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Adolescents,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Pole,
Terry Callier,
Pussy Galore,
Crispian St. Peters,
Nas,
AZ,
The Motions,
The Standells,
Yaz,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lower 48,
48th St. Collective,
The Buckinghams,
Skarface,
Black Bananas,
The American Breed,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
10cc,
Eden Ahbez,
The Modern Lovers,
The Pretty Things,
The Mummies,
Con Funk Shun,
Surgeon,
Country Teasers,
The Grass Roots,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roger Hodgson,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone, Grauzone.
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.