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 India and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 clarinet 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 Groovy Waters to the jazz 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 DeepChord presents Echospace. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Camouflage,
June Days,
Livin' Joy,
Yaz,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
Eli Mardock,
Das Ding,
Hasil Adkins,
Half Japanese,
The Pop Group,
The Litter,
Robert Wyatt,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Wake,
Erasure,
The Last Poets,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Black Flag,
Pylon,
D'Angelo,
Cecil Taylor,
Soul Sonic Force,
Guru Guru,
The Durutti Column,
Ponytail,
Drexciya,
Bobby Byrd,
the Human League,
The Smiths,
Sam Rivers,
Rotary Connection,
Flash Fearless,
John Foxx,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Gories,
Fluxion,
Siglo XX,
The New Christs,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
R.M.O.,
Jerry's Kids,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Quadrant,
JFA,
Hashim,
Au Pairs,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Bang On A Can,
The Offenders,
Sex Pistols,
Byron Stingily,
Alton Ellis,
Eric Copeland,
Eve St. Jones,
Funky Four + One,
Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen, Leonard Cohen.
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.