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 Costa Rica and from Calgary.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro 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 Magma to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Cymande tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Wyatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fat Boys,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Hardrive,
Matthew Bourne,
Alphaville,
Nas,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Kurtis Blow,
James White and The Blacks,
La Düsseldorf,
Animal Collective,
Supertramp,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Jandek,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Public Image Ltd.,
Index,
Marvin Gaye,
Roxette,
Zero Boys,
Bang On A Can,
Derrick Morgan,
Nation of Ulysses,
The American Breed,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Harry Pussy,
Arthur Verocai,
Flash Fearless,
The Raincoats,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Bootsy Collins,
Pylon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Cluster,
Anthony Braxton,
Glenn Branca,
Joey Negro,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Nik Kershaw,
Nirvana,
Pere Ubu,
B.T. Express,
10cc,
The Kinks,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
the Association,
Model 500,
the Bar-Kays,
Skriet,
Flipper,
Matthew Halsall,
Jacques Brel,
Negative Approach,
Robert Görl,
Maleditus Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds, The Mighty Diamonds.
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.