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 Angola and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum 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 Absolute Body Control to the grunge 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 The Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Carl Craig tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Selector Dub Narcotic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats 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?
Soft Machine,
Erasure,
Warren Ellis,
Sarah Menescal,
Q65,
Pantytec,
June of 44,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Niagra,
Animal Collective,
Harpers Bizarre,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sällskapet,
Charles Mingus,
Suicide,
Joe Finger,
Young Marble Giants,
Sam Rivers,
The Blackbyrds,
Shoche,
The Music Machine,
U.S. Maple,
Sex Pistols,
Depeche Mode,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Roxette,
Peter and Kerry,
Adolescents,
Technova,
Alison Limerick,
Peter & Gordon,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sugar Minott,
Donny Hathaway,
Severed Heads,
Absolute Body Control,
Trumans Water,
Bill Wells,
Skarface,
The Vogues,
Bizarre Inc.,
Groovy Waters,
Skaos,
Boredoms,
The Durutti Column,
Dennis Brown,
Maleditus Sound,
Icehouse,
Franke,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Seeds,
Angry Samoans,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kaleidoscope,
Pulsallama,
Section 25,
Joensuu 1685,
Chris Corsano,
Malaria!,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.