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 South Sudan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 harpsichord 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 Loose Ends to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Modern Lovers 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Tubeway Army,
CMW,
Faust,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
FM Einheit,
The Saints,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Charles Mingus,
Colin Newman,
One Last Wish,
Kaleidoscope,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vainqueur,
Chris Corsano,
The Golliwogs,
The Wake,
Circle Jerks,
The Birthday Party,
Negative Approach,
Talk Talk,
June Days,
Maleditus Sound,
Morten Harket,
Audionom,
Mars,
Donny Hathaway,
Delon & Dalcan,
Y Pants,
The Evens,
Pantytec,
The Pretty Things,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sun City Girls,
Sun Ra,
Stetsasonic,
Max Romeo,
Yaz,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Rapeman,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Drexciya,
Schoolly D,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Echospace,
UT,
Joe Smooth,
Procol Harum,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gil Scott Heron,
Gerry Rafferty,
Flash Fearless,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
John Cale,
Jacob Miller,
Monolake,
Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt, Lightning Bolt.
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.