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 Jordan and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 harpsichord 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 Boz Scaggs to the techno 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Maleditus Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Dual Sessions,
Leonard Cohen,
Grey Daturas,
Matthew Halsall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Agent Orange,
Lalann,
Crispy Ambulance,
E-Dancer,
Vainqueur,
Goldenarms,
Cal Tjader,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Kevin Saunderson,
a-ha,
Skaos,
Rhythm & Sound,
Country Teasers,
F. McDonald,
Janne Schatter,
Stereo Dub,
Chris & Cosey,
Carl Craig,
Bob Dylan,
Porter Ricks,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ice-T,
DNA,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Urselle,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Grauzone,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ultravox,
Pylon,
Adolescents,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Organ,
Johnny Osbourne,
Albert Ayler,
Rosa Yemen,
Minor Threat,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Crash Course in Science,
Accadde A,
The Fugs,
Bluetip,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Flash Fearless,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Music Machine,
K-Klass,
The Toasters,
The Evens,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wings,
Throbbing Gristle,
Michelle Simonal,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.