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 China and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Leonard Cohen to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Connie Case tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Heavy D & The Boyz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
New Order,
Bobby Womack,
Suburban Knight,
The Cowsills,
Soulsonic Force,
Bauhaus,
Yazoo,
Nils Olav,
D'Angelo,
Neu!,
Scratch Acid,
Nirvana,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Massinfluence,
Susan Cadogan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Reuben Wilson,
Guru Guru,
Brothers Johnson,
X-101,
The Sound,
The Velvet Underground,
The Sonics,
Robert Wyatt,
Delta 5,
Alphaville,
Man Eating Sloth,
Crime,
Organ,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Harmonia,
Monks,
The Offenders,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Accadde A,
Icehouse,
La Düsseldorf,
Theoretical Girls,
Arab on Radar,
X-102,
Cymande,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Man Parrish,
Masters at Work,
Quando Quango,
Sexual Harrassment,
Aswad,
Don Cherry,
Harry Pussy,
Khruangbin,
The Toasters,
Main Source,
R.M.O.,
Stockholm Monsters,
Absolute Body Control,
The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos, The Blues Magoos.
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.