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 Kiribati and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Moss Icon. All the underground hits.
All Slave tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Ornette Coleman,
Tim Buckley,
The Buckinghams,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Mantronix,
Moss Icon,
Sight & Sound,
The Zeros,
Quantec,
a-ha,
Inner City,
Don Cherry,
The Five Americans,
X-102,
Steve Hackett,
Pulsallama,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Moby Grape,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
David McCallum,
Joe Smooth,
The Techniques,
The Electric Prunes,
the Sonics,
The Selecter,
Chris & Cosey,
The Cowsills,
Youth Brigade,
Electric Prunes,
Brand Nubian,
Trumans Water,
Livin' Joy,
Goldenarms,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Banda Bassotti,
Jerry's Kids,
Matthew Halsall,
Soft Machine,
Television Personalities,
JFA,
Derrick Morgan,
Kayak,
Barbara Tucker,
The Smoke,
Mars,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
Morten Harket,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
Slick Rick,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.