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 Romania and from Philadelphia.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 rhodes 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 Motions to the jazz 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
R.M.O.,
Reagan Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
T.S.O.L.,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
Eve St. Jones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Vainqueur,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Wake,
Fela Kuti,
MDC,
Juan Atkins,
Arthur Verocai,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Public Enemy,
Kayak,
Essential Logic,
Delta 5,
In Retrospect,
David Axelrod,
Pantytec,
Anakelly,
John Cale,
One Last Wish,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mad Mike,
Dual Sessions,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Unrelated Segments,
Prince Buster,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Guru Guru,
Grauzone,
Bootsy Collins,
the Fania All-Stars,
Maurizio,
Colin Newman,
Throbbing Gristle,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blackbyrds,
The Seeds,
Derrick May,
Reuben Wilson,
The Litter,
The Busters,
A Certain Ratio,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gang Gang Dance,
Khruangbin,
Crooked Eye,
The Vogues,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Wire,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.