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 Uruguay and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
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 Toronto and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 mellotron 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 Sly & The Family Stone to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lafayette Afro Rock Band 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 an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Blues Magoos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Avey Tare,
Lightning Bolt,
Los Fastidios,
Eric Dolphy,
Parry Music,
Hoover,
The Leaves,
Bush Tetras,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ronan,
Stockholm Monsters,
Alton Ellis,
Howard Jones,
Juan Atkins,
Lucky Dragons,
Tubeway Army,
David Axelrod,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Unrelated Segments,
Brick,
Marcia Griffiths,
X-Ray Spex,
World's Most,
Moebius,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Ossler,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
The Names,
The Smoke,
Blossom Toes,
The Dead C,
Camberwell Now,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Chrome,
Mark Hollis,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Offenders,
Grey Daturas,
R.M.O.,
Rufus Thomas,
Mission of Burma,
Terry Callier,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Toasters,
The Gories,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.