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 Toronto.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
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 Whodini to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Qualms. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cosmic Jokers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
China Crisis,
Dennis Brown,
Patti Smith,
T. Rex,
the Bar-Kays,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Nik Kershaw,
Funky Four + One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Leonard Cohen,
Subhumans,
Tommy Roe,
The Residents,
Massinfluence,
Fatback Band,
Lightning Bolt,
The Fuzztones,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Wake,
Niagra,
Shuggie Otis,
Glenn Branca,
Flipper,
E-Dancer,
The Pretty Things,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Sällskapet,
The Dave Clark Five,
Joey Negro,
Yaz,
Bush Tetras,
Sonic Youth,
The Index,
Michelle Simonal,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barrington Levy,
Ludus,
Johnny Clarke,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lou Christie,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Swans,
Tom Boy,
Suicide,
Black Moon,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
PIL,
Mandrill,
Scion,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Scientists,
Brick,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Jerry's Kids,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.