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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 kango's stein massive to the jazz 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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a In Retrospect record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
the Slits,
Jerry's Kids,
The Last Poets,
Livin' Joy,
K-Klass,
The Tremeloes,
Bang On A Can,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Crime,
Gil Scott Heron,
Boredoms,
Eddi Front,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Big Daddy Kane,
Sixth Finger,
La Düsseldorf,
Skarface,
Joey Negro,
New Age Steppers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Glenn Branca,
Prince Buster,
Freddie Wadling,
The Standells,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fear,
Organ,
Amon Düül,
Crash Course in Science,
Eve St. Jones,
Bauhaus,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Grandmaster Flash,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
Gang of Four,
Ten City,
Crispian St. Peters,
D'Angelo,
Pole,
Bronski Beat,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Guru Guru,
Alton Ellis,
E-Dancer,
Carl Craig,
Marine Girls,
Soft Machine,
a-ha,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
Smog,
Camberwell Now,
The Red Krayola,
The Blackbyrds,
Amon Düül II,
ABBA,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.