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 Guinea and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Calgary.
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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 The Walker Brothers to the disco kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tommy Roe,
The Victims,
Lyres,
Magma,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pantaleimon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Depeche Mode,
Fluxion,
Deakin,
Pylon,
Nico,
Smog,
Mission of Burma,
Gang of Four,
Suburban Knight,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
K-Klass,
The Birthday Party,
The Red Krayola,
Wire,
The Kinks,
Public Enemy,
Hasil Adkins,
Moby Grape,
Archie Shepp,
Nik Kershaw,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Dead C,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Yaz,
Black Bananas,
Bronski Beat,
Soul II Soul,
UT,
Alphaville,
Easy Going,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
Harry Pussy,
Malaria!,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Visage,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Cecil Taylor,
OOIOO,
Blancmange,
Average White Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Skatalites,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Neon Judgement,
New Age Steppers,
Intrusion,
Trumans Water,
Bluetip,
Index,
Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division, Joy Division.
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.