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 Bhutan and from New York.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Fluxion to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Blackbyrds. All the underground hits.
All Be Bop Deluxe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terry Callier record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Kurtis Blow,
Moss Icon,
Royal Trux,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Das Ding,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Dirtbombs,
The Smoke,
Quantec,
Jandek,
Black Pus,
The Skatalites,
Matthew Bourne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Sonny Sharrock,
Wally Richardson,
Easy Going,
Shoche,
The Grass Roots,
In Retrospect,
L. Decosne,
Sun City Girls,
Pylon,
Ralphi Rosario,
B.T. Express,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Moebius,
Oneida,
Slick Rick,
Pole,
Vladislav Delay,
Sarah Menescal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Connie Case,
Unwound,
Joy Division,
Marshall Jefferson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
June of 44,
Reuben Wilson,
Nik Kershaw,
Wire,
Siglo XX,
The Real Kids,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Walker Brothers,
Lightning Bolt,
Television,
Scientists,
Harry Pussy,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Ludus,
Parry Music,
Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket, Morten Harket.
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.