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 Malawi and from Bologna.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Fuzztones to the electroclash 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 Urselle. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Chocolate Watch Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Hoover,
Goldenarms,
Au Pairs,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Ronnie Foster,
Nas,
Model 500,
Sällskapet,
Bill Wells,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wasted Youth,
The Techniques,
The Beau Brummels,
Camouflage,
Von Mondo,
The Knickerbockers,
Gabor Szabo,
Yaz,
John Cale,
Fluxion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
Stetsasonic,
DNA,
Kayak,
Arcadia,
The Red Krayola,
Sparks,
Mark Hollis,
Ohio Players,
the Human League,
Steve Hackett,
Sister Nancy,
KRS-One,
Isaac Hayes,
David Bowie,
The Litter,
Hashim,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Neu!,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
New Order,
Swell Maps,
Eric Dolphy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Jandek,
Kas Product,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pierre Henry,
The Modern Lovers,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Soulsonic Force,
Sight & Sound,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Altered Images,
Ultravox,
Severed Heads,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.