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 Nauru and from Tehran.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Von Mondo to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lindisfarne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Todd Terry,
Josef K,
Kool Moe Dee,
Glambeats Corp.,
Symarip,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Blossom Toes,
The Walker Brothers,
New Age Steppers,
Black Moon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Crash Course in Science,
Quantec,
Pharoah Sanders,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
China Crisis,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Groovy Waters,
The Golliwogs,
the Association,
Organ,
Althea and Donna,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Rod Modell,
Eden Ahbez,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Magazine,
Matthew Halsall,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gabor Szabo,
Magma,
Charles Mingus,
Mary Jane Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Freddie Wadling,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
Sonic Youth,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Slits,
The Human League,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Smiths,
Yaz,
Soul II Soul,
kango's stein massive,
Derrick May,
Mars,
Livin' Joy,
Bush Tetras,
Talk Talk,
The Trojans,
Warren Ellis,
Jesper Dahlback,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.