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 Cambodia and from Lyon.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Pantytec to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moleskins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
K-Klass,
Sarah Menescal,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kayak,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Skarface,
Boz Scaggs,
Ossler,
Wings,
the Bar-Kays,
The Blackbyrds,
Negative Approach,
Visage,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bad Manners,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Bill Near,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Rotary Connection,
World's Most,
the Sonics,
Colin Newman,
Siglo XX,
Magazine,
Monolake,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quantec,
Terrestrial Tones,
Glambeats Corp.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Kinks,
The Count Five,
Essential Logic,
Godley & Creme,
Clear Light,
Technova,
Gastr Del Sol,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Toasters,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Pet Shop Boys,
10cc,
The Smiths,
Swell Maps,
Young Marble Giants,
Unwound,
Cymande,
Parry Music,
Reagan Youth,
The Move,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Avey Tare,
Qualms,
Grauzone,
Eric Copeland,
Piero Umiliani,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Trumans Water,
The Detroit Cobras,
Slave,
Lakeside,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.