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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 Dennis Brown to the grime 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Make Up tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Organ,
Swans,
The Sound,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Wolf Eyes,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Eli Mardock,
Bob Dylan,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Minnie Riperton,
Tubeway Army,
Barbara Tucker,
Jandek,
Eurythmics,
Liliput,
Reuben Wilson,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Sun Ra,
Neu!,
Arcadia,
Joensuu 1685,
R.M.O.,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Germs,
Youth Brigade,
Mary Jane Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Au Pairs,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Alice Coltrane,
New Order,
Colin Newman,
Marshall Jefferson,
Mark Hollis,
The Searchers,
Lou Reed,
Skriet,
DJ Style,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Funky Four + One,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Index,
La Düsseldorf,
Deadbeat,
The Dead C,
Zero Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Kayak,
Traffic Nightmare,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Black Dice,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Yusef Lateef,
Mo-Dettes,
L. Decosne,
The Techniques,
Toni Rubio,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.