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 Sao Paulo.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the snare 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 Barbara Tucker 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott Heron tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bizarre Inc. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Crooked Eye,
Alton Ellis,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Joensuu 1685,
Donny Hathaway,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Angry Samoans,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Severed Heads,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Quantec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Anakelly,
Sixth Finger,
June of 44,
China Crisis,
X-102,
Crash Course in Science,
Funky Four + One,
Harmonia,
Kayak,
Lyres,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yellowson,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bronski Beat,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scientists,
Eli Mardock,
FM Einheit,
Desert Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jeff Mills,
Lalann,
Minutemen,
Unrelated Segments,
The Names,
Minny Pops,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Monolake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
DJ Sneak,
kango's stein massive,
Pole,
Terrestrial Tones,
Leonard Cohen,
The Slackers,
Nas,
Freddie Wadling,
H. Thieme,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.