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 Micronesia and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pierre Henry to the grunge 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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Soft Cell,
Alphaville,
Brass Construction,
The Buckinghams,
Absolute Body Control,
Moebius,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Crime,
The Trojans,
The Birthday Party,
Icehouse,
David McCallum,
Pussy Galore,
Slick Rick,
The Durutti Column,
Television,
Mad Mike,
Erykah Badu,
Agent Orange,
The Divine Comedy,
Black Sheep,
Tim Buckley,
Peter & Gordon,
The Names,
Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mandrill,
Magazine,
The Residents,
Minnie Riperton,
Big Daddy Kane,
Hardrive,
Jandek,
The Seeds,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nirvana,
Lightning Bolt,
Pet Shop Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Gastr Del Sol,
Barclay James Harvest,
DJ Sneak,
Colin Newman,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Ituana,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
cv313,
JFA,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Outsiders,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The United States of America,
Bootsy Collins,
The Doors,
Royal Trux,
Joy Division,
Carl Craig,
Charles Mingus,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.