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 Vanuatu and from Paris.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the marimba 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 These Immortal Souls to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Chrome tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erykah Badu record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Detroit Cobras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Cale,
The Human League,
Maleditus Sound,
Underground Resistance,
H. Thieme,
China Crisis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deepchord,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sister Nancy,
Los Fastidios,
Kool Moe Dee,
Prince Buster,
DJ Style,
E-Dancer,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Gang of Four,
Mark Hollis,
Yazoo,
Mo-Dettes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scan 7,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
the Normal,
The Seeds,
Chris Corsano,
U.S. Maple,
This Heat,
The Index,
Matthew Bourne,
Skaos,
Groovy Waters,
the Germs,
Liliput,
Wally Richardson,
Neu!,
Camouflage,
Erykah Badu,
The Durutti Column,
Joey Negro,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Television,
Kaleidoscope,
Grauzone,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Dark Day,
Massinfluence,
June of 44,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Starr,
Amon Düül,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
The Slackers,
Hot Snakes,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.