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 Togo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 ABC to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Monolake. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
H. Thieme,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Marshall Jefferson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Fania All-Stars,
Iggy Pop,
Simply Red,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Blossom Toes,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
This Heat,
Sonny Sharrock,
Man Parrish,
Unwound,
The Birthday Party,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Ossler,
The Searchers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jawbox,
Y Pants,
Con Funk Shun,
Pantaleimon,
Q65,
Matthew Halsall,
Marine Girls,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ituana,
Jandek,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Massinfluence,
Alphaville,
Idris Muhammad,
Sällskapet,
Terry Callier,
Camberwell Now,
the Sonics,
John Holt,
Ice-T,
The Gories,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Guru Guru,
Joe Finger,
Jacques Brel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Grandmaster Flash,
Thee Headcoats,
Soul II Soul,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith, Lonnie Liston Smith.
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.