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 Guinea-Bissau and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 Todd Rundgren to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerri Chandler,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonic Youth,
Laurel Aitken,
Quando Quango,
Skaos,
The Residents,
The Gories,
One Last Wish,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Fatback Band,
Subhumans,
Delon & Dalcan,
Duran Duran,
Jimmy McGriff,
Scion,
The New Christs,
Hashim,
Mandrill,
Nirvana,
Slave,
Bizarre Inc.,
Hoover,
Lindisfarne,
Newcleus,
Scratch Acid,
New Order,
The Motions,
Avey Tare,
the Soft Cell,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Shuggie Otis,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Skarface,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ponytail,
Saccharine Trust,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
The Real Kids,
Talk Talk,
Piero Umiliani,
Ken Boothe,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
ABBA,
Warsaw,
Simply Red,
Banda Bassotti,
PIL,
Slick Rick,
Johnny Clarke,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pantytec,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.