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 Spain and from Manchester.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Zapp practice in a loft in Hamilton.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Young Marble Giants to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terry Callier. All the underground hits.
All The American Breed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
Derrick May,
Throbbing Gristle,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
Lyres,
Maurizio,
Roxette,
Swell Maps,
Boogie Down Productions,
Carl Craig,
Metal Thangz,
Pussy Galore,
The Gap Band,
Magazine,
The Beau Brummels,
Harpers Bizarre,
Buzzcocks,
Khruangbin,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
Lalann,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
Royal Trux,
Au Pairs,
Shoche,
Inner City,
Blake Baxter,
Leonard Cohen,
Bizarre Inc.,
Todd Terry,
Arthur Verocai,
The United States of America,
Eric B and Rakim,
Don Cherry,
the Human League,
The Sisters of Mercy,
H. Thieme,
Gregory Isaacs,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Black Moon,
The Victims,
Joensuu 1685,
Silicon Teens,
Judy Mowatt,
Grey Daturas,
Bush Tetras,
Freddie Wadling,
Amon Düül,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pylon,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Andrew Hill,
Skriet,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Unwound,
Negative Approach,
Dennis Brown,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.