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 Iceland and from Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Altered Images to the grunge 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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reuben Wilson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
DJ Style,
Y Pants,
Organ,
Warsaw,
The Cure,
The Mojo Men,
Liliput,
Faraquet,
Excepter,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Joe Smooth,
Marshall Jefferson,
Bush Tetras,
Nirvana,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Happenings,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ultravox,
Graham Central Station,
Lalann,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Pylon,
The Gun Club,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Dave Gahan,
Swans,
Peter & Gordon,
Darondo,
Lyres,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Deakin,
Avey Tare,
The Evens,
Technova,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths,
Country Teasers,
Half Japanese,
Scott Walker,
David Axelrod,
The Trojans,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Easy Going,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
Pussy Galore,
The Buckinghams,
Matthew Halsall,
The Sound,
Connie Case,
Quadrant,
Quando Quango,
The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things, The Pretty Things.
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.