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 Belgium and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 The Doors to the crunk 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 Jandek. All the underground hits.
All The Fortunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brass Construction record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Minutemen,
Talk Talk,
Lindisfarne,
kango's stein massive,
Kenny Larkin,
Derrick May,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Fatback Band,
The Fuzztones,
Funkadelic,
The New Christs,
Soulsonic Force,
Peter & Gordon,
Tubeway Army,
Brothers Johnson,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Rod Modell,
Ronnie Foster,
The J.B.'s,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Avey Tare,
Jesper Dahlback,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Reuben Wilson,
Unwound,
Pharoah Sanders,
Idris Muhammad,
Excepter,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
the Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Michelle Simonal,
Parry Music,
Blossom Toes,
Danielle Patucci,
The Sound,
Deadbeat,
Judy Mowatt,
Iggy Pop,
Wolf Eyes,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Index,
Loose Ends,
Lakeside,
Radiopuhelimet,
Second Layer,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Monochrome Set,
John Foxx,
the Association, the Association, the Association, the Association.
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.