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 Guinea-Bissau and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Lee Hazlewood to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Harry Pussy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gang Gang Dance 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Henry Cow,
Bang On A Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Maurizio,
Deakin,
8 Eyed Spy,
U.S. Maple,
Wasted Youth,
Khruangbin,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Marine Girls,
Rites of Spring,
Pet Shop Boys,
Masters at Work,
Thee Headcoats,
K-Klass,
China Crisis,
Moebius,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Mark Hollis,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Todd Rundgren,
Darondo,
Kurtis Blow,
The Real Kids,
Inner City,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Pretty Things,
Pantytec,
Todd Terry,
Lungfish,
Barclay James Harvest,
AZ,
Cecil Taylor,
Hashim,
Mission of Burma,
Average White Band,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Wells,
Sugar Minott,
Cheater Slicks,
Scientists,
Kas Product,
Reagan Youth,
X-102,
Bobby Byrd,
Little Man,
Ituana,
Michelle Simonal,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Index,
Sun City Girls,
Organ,
Nik Kershaw,
Los Fastidios,
cv313, cv313, cv313, cv313.
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.