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 Japan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Laurel Aitken to the dance 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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sarah Menescal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donny Hathaway record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cecil Taylor,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Derrick May,
Guru Guru,
Cheater Slicks,
Lindisfarne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Curtis Mayfield,
Crooked Eye,
Model 500,
Second Layer,
Monolake,
Tears for Fears,
Minor Threat,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camouflage,
Joyce Sims,
China Crisis,
Jeff Mills,
Black Sheep,
the Soft Cell,
Animal Collective,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Joey Negro,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sandy B,
Liliput,
Bush Tetras,
Alton Ellis,
Infiniti,
Procol Harum,
the Association,
The United States of America,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Livin' Joy,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
London Community Gospel Choir,
David Axelrod,
Roxette,
Patti Smith,
The Toasters,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
The Kinks,
Crispian St. Peters,
Jeff Lynne,
Quadrant,
Eli Mardock,
Grauzone,
Chris & Cosey,
Dual Sessions,
Glambeats Corp.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Stooges,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.