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 Micronesia and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Marvin Gaye to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Young Marble Giants. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barbara Tucker record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Wake,
The Knickerbockers,
Country Teasers,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Sound Behaviour,
Echospace,
Kerri Chandler,
Black Sheep,
Ossler,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Isaac Hayes,
JFA,
H. Thieme,
Trumans Water,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
World's Most,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ronan,
Second Layer,
Au Pairs,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Buzzcocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Dark Day,
Glenn Branca,
The Slackers,
Deadbeat,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Neil Young,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Moody Blues,
Bobby Byrd,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
Faraquet,
Rod Modell,
Grey Daturas,
Cameo,
The Angels of Light,
X-102,
Ultra Naté,
Moss Icon,
Gil Scott Heron,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Thompson Twins,
The Kinks,
Crash Course in Science,
John Coltrane,
UT,
Stiv Bators,
The Monochrome Set,
Barrington Levy,
Ken Boothe,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.