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 Thailand and from Columbus.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the rhodes 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 The Monochrome Set to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All Jacob Miller tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brass Construction record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a T. Rex record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
Technova,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Dave Gahan,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Roger Hodgson,
John Coltrane,
Sugar Minott,
Audionom,
The Evens,
Adolescents,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siglo XX,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
Guru Guru,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Slits,
Babytalk,
Bob Dylan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Cluster,
Minor Threat,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Soft Machine,
Trumans Water,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Glambeats Corp.,
Section 25,
Unwound,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Symarip,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Barry Ungar,
The Alarm Clocks,
Josef K,
Eric Dolphy,
Chris & Cosey,
Juan Atkins,
Gerry Rafferty,
Swell Maps,
Niagra,
The Wake,
Robert Görl,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Detroit Cobras,
X-Ray Spex,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joensuu 1685,
The Misunderstood,
Scan 7,
Half Japanese,
The Index,
Crispian St. Peters,
Grey Daturas,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.