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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Jeru the Damaja to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Raincoats. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Talk Talk 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Larry & the Blue Notes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Derrick May,
Monolake,
The Remains,
Connie Case,
UT,
FM Einheit,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lightning Bolt,
The Durutti Column,
Scott Walker,
Shuggie Otis,
Zero Boys,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Spoonie Gee,
Idris Muhammad,
Moebius,
Harry Pussy,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Blake Baxter,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
H. Thieme,
Icehouse,
Roxy Music,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Tom Boy,
Neu!,
Crash Course in Science,
the Germs,
Newcleus,
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
Arab on Radar,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
Ornette Coleman,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Saints,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Underground Resistance,
Andrew Hill,
Flipper,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Laurel Aitken,
Althea and Donna,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Radiopuhelimet,
Tears for Fears,
Wally Richardson,
Minor Threat,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Lydon,
The Divine Comedy,
John Cale,
Deadbeat,
Fatback Band,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.