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 Benin and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 synthesizer 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 Ken Boothe to the electroclash 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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hasil Adkins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oblivians,
Rhythm & Sound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Deakin,
Swell Maps,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nation of Ulysses,
The J.B.'s,
Charles Mingus,
The Zeros,
Neu!,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Motions,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gang Starr,
X-102,
Royal Trux,
Terry Callier,
Reagan Youth,
Soulsonic Force,
Sarah Menescal,
The Walker Brothers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Bill Near,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Marmalade,
Bluetip,
Bush Tetras,
Magazine,
Susan Cadogan,
Hot Snakes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Harpers Bizarre,
Eddi Front,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Intrusion,
T. Rex,
Jacques Brel,
Cameo,
Section 25,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Malaria!,
Television,
Guru Guru,
Letta Mbulu,
Agent Orange,
Suicide,
Zero Boys,
The Searchers,
Das Ding,
Graham Central Station,
Barry Ungar,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.