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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Accadde A 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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Henry Cow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Donny Hathaway,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobby Sherman,
Interpol,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lyres,
Cheater Slicks,
Index,
Animal Collective,
Ice-T,
The Doors,
One Last Wish,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Popol Vuh,
FM Einheit,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Wake,
Scott Walker,
Thee Headcoats,
Harpers Bizarre,
Stetsasonic,
Quantec,
Goldenarms,
Brick,
Pussy Galore,
Alice Coltrane,
Leonard Cohen,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Robert Hood,
Franke,
Gong,
Wasted Youth,
Blossom Toes,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Young Rascals,
Scrapy,
World's Most,
X-Ray Spex,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Moleskins,
Eric B and Rakim,
Scan 7,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Albert Ayler,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Maleditus Sound,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Underground Resistance,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Crime,
Eve St. Jones,
Das Ding,
Swans,
Harry Pussy,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
Japan,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.