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 Spain and from Tokyo.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the marimba 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime 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 The Monks. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Walker Brothers 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mr. Review record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Graham Central Station,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Skaos,
The Selecter,
Jimmy McGriff,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Pop Group,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Moebius,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The United States of America,
Camouflage,
Electric Prunes,
Eric Copeland,
Dave Gahan,
Althea and Donna,
The Stooges,
Nico,
Susan Cadogan,
The Offenders,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Blancmange,
Kool Moe Dee,
New Order,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Bush Tetras,
Swell Maps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ponytail,
Quando Quango,
Josef K,
Fluxion,
Livin' Joy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Pierre Henry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lungfish,
Soulsonic Force,
Fugazi,
This Heat,
Boogie Down Productions,
T.S.O.L.,
The Sound,
Barbara Tucker,
Yusef Lateef,
Erasure,
The Litter,
Byron Stingily,
Robert Wyatt,
Flamin' Groovies,
Reuben Wilson,
The Birthday Party,
The Happenings,
Pylon,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.