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 Eritrea and from Copenhagen.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Clear Light to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Soul II Soul. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tropical Tobacco 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Moebius,
The Beau Brummels,
CMW,
Harry Pussy,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eli Mardock,
The Fugs,
Porter Ricks,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Dead C,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Supertramp,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Roxy Music,
The Monks,
The Cure,
Pantytec,
Average White Band,
Simply Red,
Marine Girls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Panda Bear,
Electric Prunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Jerry's Kids,
Kevin Saunderson,
Hoover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Monks,
Angry Samoans,
Ronan,
The Associates,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Public Enemy,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Mark Hollis,
Sonic Youth,
B.T. Express,
the Germs,
Shoche,
The Neon Judgement,
Eurythmics,
Jandek,
FM Einheit,
Piero Umiliani,
Cal Tjader,
Andrew Hill,
The Blues Magoos,
These Immortal Souls,
Youth Brigade,
The Kinks,
the Human League,
The Busters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
JFA,
The Evens,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef, Yusef Lateef.
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.