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 Iran and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 marimba 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 Technova 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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anakelly record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Kayak,
The Seeds,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bronski Beat,
Popol Vuh,
Terrestrial Tones,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Modern Lovers,
Arthur Verocai,
Marc Almond,
Theoretical Girls,
Flipper,
Colin Newman,
Susan Cadogan,
AZ,
Rosa Yemen,
Idris Muhammad,
Marine Girls,
Sugar Minott,
Television,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Urselle,
Fatback Band,
U.S. Maple,
James White and The Blacks,
Derrick Morgan,
Crooked Eye,
Shoche,
Eden Ahbez,
Barclay James Harvest,
Duran Duran,
Marcia Griffiths,
Buzzcocks,
Whodini,
Arab on Radar,
Oneida,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Wake,
The Red Krayola,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Max Romeo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crispy Ambulance,
Junior Murvin,
Essential Logic,
Jacob Miller,
Wolf Eyes,
Jerry's Kids,
Letta Mbulu,
The Happenings,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
James Chance & The Contortions,
PIL,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Fluxion,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.