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 Bahamas and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Wolf Eyes to the disco 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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gang of Four record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
This Heat,
Henry Cow,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cure,
Sällskapet,
Marmalade,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Nico,
The Velvet Underground,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Donald Byrd,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
New York Dolls,
Robert Görl,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Babytalk,
the Association,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Electric Prunes,
Roy Ayers,
Yellowson,
The Kinks,
Outsiders,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rakim,
Ronnie Foster,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Marvin Gaye,
Ultra Naté,
Leonard Cohen,
The Angels of Light,
Sugar Minott,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Wings,
Banda Bassotti,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Bobby Womack,
Hoover,
June of 44,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
KRS-One,
Warren Ellis,
Yusef Lateef,
Tropical Tobacco,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Radiohead,
Joyce Sims,
Eric Dolphy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
MC5,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
Derrick May,
The Gun Club,
Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance, Gang Gang Dance.
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.