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 Yemen and from Tokyo.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 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 The American Breed to the funk 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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Image Ltd. 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sexual Harrassment record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
R.M.O.,
Desert Stars,
Second Layer,
Shuggie Otis,
Ten City,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Pus,
Shoche,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Robert Görl,
Scrapy,
The Leaves,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Althea and Donna,
Goldenarms,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Juan Atkins,
Echospace,
E-Dancer,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
10cc,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Television Personalities,
Model 500,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Mr. Review,
Black Bananas,
Matthew Halsall,
Yazoo,
One Last Wish,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
World's Most,
Kerri Chandler,
Bobby Sherman,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Motions,
Jawbox,
The Selecter,
Kerrie Biddell,
Quantec,
Crime,
The Seeds,
June Days,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lungfish,
The Blues Magoos,
The Index,
Sight & Sound,
The Detroit Cobras,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma, Mission of Burma.
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.