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 United States 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Wire practice in a loft in Watford.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Dead C to the dance 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Flock of Seagulls 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Association,
Juan Atkins,
Sonic Youth,
The Detroit Cobras,
Oblivians,
Morten Harket,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
The Names,
Dark Day,
The Pretty Things,
Lucky Dragons,
JFA,
The Gladiators,
MC5,
Alphaville,
Funky Four + One,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Clear Light,
Flipper,
Brick,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Mad Mike,
Yusef Lateef,
Lightning Bolt,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Urselle,
The Evens,
Sun Ra,
The Raincoats,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Thompson Twins,
Radio Birdman,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Funkadelic,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Count Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Accadde A,
Al Stewart,
OOIOO,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bootsy Collins,
John Lydon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Skatalites,
Nation of Ulysses,
Shuggie Otis,
Mark Hollis,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
The Remains,
Vainqueur,
Au Pairs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
June of 44,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.