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 Uganda and from Manila.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Nico to the disco 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 Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Niagra 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Isaac Hayes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The New Christs,
Dave Gahan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Cell,
Dawn Penn,
The Invisible,
The Associates,
Sonny Sharrock,
Barbara Tucker,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Vainqueur,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Simply Red,
R.M.O.,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mr. Review,
The Monochrome Set,
Rites of Spring,
Brothers Johnson,
Scott Walker,
Rotary Connection,
June of 44,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Mo-Dettes,
the Bar-Kays,
Hasil Adkins,
Whodini,
Sam Rivers,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anthony Braxton,
The Offenders,
The Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Nation of Ulysses,
Ossler,
Robert Wyatt,
Interpol,
Outsiders,
The Vogues,
Essential Logic,
Aloha Tigers,
Crooked Eye,
In Retrospect,
Rakim,
The Standells,
Procol Harum,
F. McDonald,
Can,
Thompson Twins,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jerry's Kids,
Joy Division,
Main Source,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.