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 Turkey and from New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 theremin 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 X-102 to the rap 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 Tres Demented. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fad Gadget,
Gregory Isaacs,
Quando Quango,
Graham Central Station,
The Black Dice,
Outsiders,
R.M.O.,
Quadrant,
Sonny Sharrock,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Hill,
Gang Green,
The Sound,
Monks,
John Foxx,
Hasil Adkins,
kango's stein massive,
Joey Negro,
Whodini,
The Birthday Party,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Count Five,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Franke,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Pantytec,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Sparks,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Black Sheep,
Arcadia,
The Doors,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
D'Angelo,
Altered Images,
Reuben Wilson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Quantec,
Simply Red,
Blossom Toes,
Parry Music,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Bluetip,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Trojans,
The Raincoats,
Scion,
Sonic Youth,
The Barracudas,
The Angels of Light,
Mr. Review,
The Velvet Underground,
Eric Copeland,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.