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 Canada and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Toronto.
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 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 Tom Verlaine 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sight & Sound. All the underground hits.
All Popol Vuh tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cecil Taylor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Bourne,
Whodini,
Idris Muhammad,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Sonny Sharrock,
Can,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Spoonie Gee,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Leaves,
The Standells,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Gladiators,
The Electric Prunes,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Wings,
Procol Harum,
Ludus,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
La Düsseldorf,
The Smoke,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Johnny Clarke,
The Mummies,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
Johnny Osbourne,
Aswad,
Electric Prunes,
Pulsallama,
Technova,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jeru the Damaja,
Isaac Hayes,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Khruangbin,
X-102,
Shuggie Otis,
Amazonics,
Ponytail,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Camberwell Now,
Arthur Verocai,
Thee Headcoats,
D'Angelo,
Yaz,
B.T. Express,
The Monks,
Kurtis Blow,
Chrome,
Scott Walker,
The Invisible,
Circle Jerks,
Arcadia,
Robert Görl,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Maleditus Sound,
Ituana,
Motorama, Motorama, Motorama, Motorama.
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.