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 Moldova and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Rufus Thomas 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sugar Minott record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nico,
Arab on Radar,
Gregory Isaacs,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
David Bowie,
Althea and Donna,
Joensuu 1685,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Grass Roots,
Flamin' Groovies,
Fat Boys,
World's Most,
Cameo,
Terry Callier,
Johnny Clarke,
Altered Images,
Organ,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pierre Henry,
Banda Bassotti,
Parry Music,
Heaven 17,
Bob Dylan,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lower 48,
the Association,
Main Source,
John Foxx,
Half Japanese,
Arthur Verocai,
Silicon Teens,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
Royal Trux,
Scrapy,
MDC,
Blossom Toes,
Roxette,
Smog,
Aaron Thompson,
The Detroit Cobras,
Con Funk Shun,
LL Cool J,
Henry Cow,
Lucky Dragons,
The Golliwogs,
Jacob Miller,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Alarm Clocks,
Spoonie Gee,
Rotary Connection,
Grandmaster Flash,
Kerri Chandler,
The Real Kids,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lyres,
Urselle,
Chris & Cosey,
The Human League,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.