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 Costa Rica and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Saints to the dance 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All Public Enemy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Joy Division,
Fela Kuti,
Maleditus Sound,
Shoche,
Unwound,
Scientists,
Babytalk,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Sonics,
Urselle,
Wire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
X-101,
The Shadows of Knight,
Alphaville,
Brothers Johnson,
The Pretty Things,
Robert Görl,
Rotary Connection,
The Skatalites,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
8 Eyed Spy,
the Soft Cell,
Q65,
Dave Gahan,
Rhythm & Sound,
Monks,
James White and The Blacks,
Quando Quango,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Morten Harket,
Tom Boy,
The Durutti Column,
Massinfluence,
Neil Young,
The Dirtbombs,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alison Limerick,
The Associates,
Pierre Henry,
the Fania All-Stars,
Aswad,
Nico,
Rites of Spring,
Mo-Dettes,
Faust,
Ronnie Foster,
Gang Gang Dance,
Unrelated Segments,
Big Daddy Kane,
Crooked Eye,
Jacques Brel,
The Blackbyrds,
Black Bananas,
Au Pairs,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.