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 Afghanistan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Cymande 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cal Tjader record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cymande,
Traffic Nightmare,
Johnny Clarke,
Man Parrish,
John Holt,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Iggy Pop,
Easy Going,
Cybotron,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Index,
Basic Channel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dave Gahan,
Camberwell Now,
Erasure,
Underground Resistance,
Kool Moe Dee,
David Axelrod,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Avey Tare,
The Fall,
Marine Girls,
Barclay James Harvest,
Adolescents,
The Star Department,
A Certain Ratio,
Dawn Penn,
Circle Jerks,
Jeff Lynne,
Ituana,
Soft Cell,
Rod Modell,
Nik Kershaw,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Associates,
Average White Band,
The Motions,
Colin Newman,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
Erykah Badu,
Sparks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
Duran Duran,
Nick Fraelich,
D'Angelo,
Excepter,
Unrelated Segments,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Music Machine,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Electric Prunes,
Michelle Simonal,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Hood,
Yaz, Yaz, Yaz, Yaz.
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.