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 Montenegro and from Edmonton.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 The Flesh Eaters to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fat Boys. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
X-101,
Easy Going,
Wally Richardson,
Glambeats Corp.,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Audionom,
Mo-Dettes,
Crooked Eye,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
Monks,
Slick Rick,
Can,
Von Mondo,
Lightning Bolt,
Brass Construction,
New Order,
Henry Cow,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sun Ra,
Ossler,
Harmonia,
kango's stein massive,
Camouflage,
World's Most,
Faraquet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Basic Channel,
Kas Product,
Davy DMX,
Jeff Lynne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Junior Murvin,
Warsaw,
the Bar-Kays,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Yellowson,
ABBA,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Main Source,
Scan 7,
the Swans,
Soul Sonic Force,
Tim Buckley,
Funky Four + One,
The Neon Judgement,
Gichy Dan,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Organ,
Zero Boys,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Pulsallama,
Kerri Chandler,
Mr. Review,
Reagan Youth,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DJ Sneak,
Model 500, Model 500, Model 500, Model 500.
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.