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 Italy and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
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 Tom Verlaine 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 Icehouse to the techno 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 Angry Samoans. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every B.T. Express 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oneida,
Lalann,
Pylon,
Eve St. Jones,
Charles Mingus,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare,
Erykah Badu,
Marc Almond,
Depeche Mode,
Visage,
The Modern Lovers,
ABBA,
Archie Shepp,
Ice-T,
June of 44,
Ponytail,
The Wake,
Alphaville,
Jesper Dahlback,
Blake Baxter,
8 Eyed Spy,
AZ,
The Cramps,
Bad Manners,
Ultimate Spinach,
Section 25,
Godley & Creme,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Pus,
Con Funk Shun,
Oblivians,
Robert Wyatt,
Bill Near,
Amon Düül II,
Cluster,
Faust,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
The Motions,
June Days,
Morten Harket,
Scrapy,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Monochrome Set,
Mantronix,
Fela Kuti,
The Slits,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pussy Galore,
The Count Five,
Man Eating Sloth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Matthew Halsall,
Franke,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
Grey Daturas,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.