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 Iran and from Lyon.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Flash Fearless to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Donald Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Kinks,
Radio Birdman,
Glambeats Corp.,
Average White Band,
Aural Exciters,
Barry Ungar,
Saccharine Trust,
Wings,
The Remains,
Archie Shepp,
Danielle Patucci,
Public Image Ltd.,
Radiohead,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
Barrington Levy,
Fad Gadget,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
Maurizio,
CMW,
Lower 48,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
Moss Icon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Sonics,
Soul Sonic Force,
Khruangbin,
Lightning Bolt,
Eddi Front,
The Star Department,
The Divine Comedy,
China Crisis,
JFA,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Sparks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
U.S. Maple,
Gichy Dan,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Skaos,
UT,
Hot Snakes,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Fall,
Alphaville,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric Copeland,
Joe Smooth,
Soft Cell,
Pantaleimon,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Move,
Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen, Echo & the Bunnymen.
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.