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 Sweden and from Manchester.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Lou Reed 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 Rotary Connection to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 DNA. All the underground hits.
All John Holt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Motorama record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Al Stewart,
H. Thieme,
Crispy Ambulance,
Index,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
Althea and Donna,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Country Teasers,
Fad Gadget,
Angry Samoans,
Swans,
The Cure,
The Fire Engines,
The Grass Roots,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
Spoonie Gee,
Second Layer,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
Moss Icon,
The Blues Magoos,
Depeche Mode,
Guru Guru,
Sun City Girls,
Dorothy Ashby,
David McCallum,
Massinfluence,
The Durutti Column,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sällskapet,
Radiohead,
Yusef Lateef,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Dave Gahan,
Model 500,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Stockholm Monsters,
Vladislav Delay,
Pantytec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Loose Ends,
Vainqueur,
T.S.O.L.,
Mantronix,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Main Source,
Television,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock Band, Lafayette Afro Rock 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.