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 Korea North and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Crispian St. Peters to the rock 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Average White Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sight & Sound,
Lindisfarne,
Lucky Dragons,
Chris & Cosey,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thompson Twins,
The Raincoats,
B.T. Express,
Marmalade,
China Crisis,
The Moleskins,
The Martian,
Angry Samoans,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Chris Corsano,
Rufus Thomas,
X-Ray Spex,
The Dead C,
June of 44,
The Doors,
The American Breed,
Jeff Mills,
Quadrant,
Rotary Connection,
Dark Day,
John Cale,
Sun Ra,
Supertramp,
The Smiths,
The Blues Magoos,
Spandau Ballet,
The Searchers,
Gang Green,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Görl,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
Freddie Wadling,
48th St. Collective,
Visage,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
Model 500,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Al Stewart,
Roger Hodgson,
Los Fastidios,
Reagan Youth,
Dawn Penn,
Soulsonic Force,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Vladislav Delay,
Alison Limerick,
Pierre Henry,
Faust,
Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron, Louis and Bebe Barron.
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.