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 Nicaragua and from Calgary.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Lille.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Bluetip to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Dorothy Ashby. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oppenheimer Analysis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Sheep,
Arab on Radar,
Yusef Lateef,
The Slits,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Pop Group,
Alphaville,
Josef K,
Eden Ahbez,
Brand Nubian,
Dave Gahan,
Eve St. Jones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Roger Hodgson,
John Foxx,
Quadrant,
Das Ding,
Morten Harket,
Mary Jane Girls,
Blossom Toes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Walker Brothers,
Magazine,
Lebanon Hanover,
Porter Ricks,
Sonny Sharrock,
Crash Course in Science,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Grey Daturas,
Minutemen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Soul II Soul,
Gastr Del Sol,
JFA,
Frankie Knuckles,
Steve Hackett,
AZ,
Qualms,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Royal Trux,
Crime,
Electric Prunes,
Laurel Aitken,
Black Bananas,
Scan 7,
Audionom,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Q65,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Pere Ubu,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux, Lizzy Mercier Descloux.
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.