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 Italy and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Interpol to the dance 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 the Human League. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Age Steppers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tim Buckley,
Talk Talk,
Ultra Naté,
Panda Bear,
Outsiders,
Goldenarms,
Tomorrow,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Litter,
Banda Bassotti,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Can,
Radio Birdman,
Quando Quango,
Archie Shepp,
Public Enemy,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Flipper,
Sister Nancy,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Crash Course in Science,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Severed Heads,
Roxette,
Urselle,
L. Decosne,
The Seeds,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Detroit Cobras,
B.T. Express,
The Busters,
Colin Newman,
Joe Finger,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Terry Callier,
JFA,
Aswad,
Soul II Soul,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Little Man,
Mandrill,
The Misunderstood,
La Düsseldorf,
the Human League,
Ituana,
Young Marble Giants,
Q and Not U,
The Skatalites,
Lou Christie,
The Moody Blues,
World's Most,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rapeman,
Sandy B,
Judy Mowatt,
Boogie Down Productions,
Radiohead,
Mark Hollis,
Harry Pussy,
Groovy Waters,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago, Art Ensemble Of Chicago.
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.