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 Tunisia 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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Robert Palmer 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 United States of America to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barrington Levy. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Freddie Wadling 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stereo Dub record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
the Slits,
Kaleidoscope,
Cybotron,
The Gladiators,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cymande,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
MC5,
X-102,
Grey Daturas,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roxette,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
Delta 5,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Blues Magoos,
Ice-T,
Goldenarms,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
ABBA,
Lucky Dragons,
The Electric Prunes,
Tres Demented,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
Shoche,
Model 500,
Gichy Dan,
Ultravox,
Throbbing Gristle,
Maleditus Sound,
These Immortal Souls,
Soul II Soul,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Leaves,
Rufus Thomas,
Liliput,
The New Christs,
Sonic Youth,
The Knickerbockers,
a-ha,
PIL,
The Velvet Underground,
UT,
Gregory Isaacs,
Sixth Finger,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Surgeon,
New Order,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.