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 El Salvador and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Y Pants to the disco 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Smiths,
Tom Boy,
Bush Tetras,
The Gories,
Barrington Levy,
Faust,
The Tremeloes,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Lucky Dragons,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Cameo,
Brothers Johnson,
Danielle Patucci,
Wally Richardson,
Talk Talk,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Gil Scott Heron,
Black Flag,
Crime,
Animal Collective,
The Residents,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
The Neon Judgement,
Carl Craig,
Thee Headcoats,
The Human League,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sun City Girls,
Scott Walker,
Liliput,
Joey Negro,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mo-Dettes,
Aaron Thompson,
Girls At Our Best!,
Connie Case,
Bang On A Can,
Harry Pussy,
Jesper Dahlback,
Roxette,
Echospace,
X-101,
Spandau Ballet,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Johnny Clarke,
Kayak,
The Flesh Eaters,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Suicide,
Joensuu 1685,
Electric Prunes,
Sound Behaviour,
Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence, Massinfluence.
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.