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 San Marino and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 rhodes 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grunge 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 Howard Jones. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deepchord 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Rosa Yemen,
Gong,
Arcadia,
Television,
Pole,
Kurtis Blow,
Glenn Branca,
Graham Central Station,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Lalann,
Aaron Thompson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Oblivians,
Brass Construction,
Technova,
The Neon Judgement,
Harry Pussy,
Saccharine Trust,
Donald Byrd,
Neil Young,
Subhumans,
The Dave Clark Five,
Trumans Water,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
Byron Stingily,
CMW,
Donny Hathaway,
Steve Hackett,
Ultra Naté,
Tres Demented,
Swans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Urselle,
Johnny Osbourne,
Neu!,
John Foxx,
The Tremeloes,
The Seeds,
The Dead C,
Fluxion,
The Durutti Column,
The Velvet Underground,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
Tubeway Army,
Rhythm & Sound,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
Icehouse,
The Golliwogs,
The Beau Brummels,
Magazine,
The Index,
Q65,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter & Gordon,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.