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 Ethiopia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 The Names to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Supertramp. All the underground hits.
All John Foxx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Smoke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fatback Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Deadbeat,
Average White Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Red Krayola,
Glenn Branca,
Soft Cell,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kerrie Biddell,
Angry Samoans,
Zero Boys,
John Cale,
OOIOO,
ABC,
The Evens,
Technova,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Kinks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Fania All-Stars,
Crooked Eye,
June of 44,
The Zeros,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Anthony Braxton,
Khruangbin,
Godley & Creme,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Angels of Light,
Monolake,
Guru Guru,
Black Flag,
Gang Starr,
John Holt,
Japan,
Aloha Tigers,
Minor Threat,
Vainqueur,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Blossom Toes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Donny Hathaway,
Thee Headcoats,
Marcia Griffiths,
The New Christs,
Hot Snakes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Popol Vuh,
New Age Steppers,
The Real Kids,
Nick Fraelich,
Hasil Adkins,
Slick Rick,
Jacques Brel,
Sex Pistols,
the Bar-Kays,
Stiv Bators,
Liliput,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.