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 Africa and from Portland.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 marimba 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 Banda Bassotti to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Roxy Music tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chris & Cosey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Morten Harket,
Pantytec,
Yellowson,
New Order,
Guru Guru,
Mark Hollis,
Clear Light,
Harmonia,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Duran Duran,
Zapp,
Trumans Water,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Fraelich,
The Human League,
The Fugs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alton Ellis,
Japan,
Con Funk Shun,
Matthew Bourne,
Fugazi,
The Monochrome Set,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Boz Scaggs,
Arab on Radar,
Hot Snakes,
Underground Resistance,
Isaac Hayes,
Man Parrish,
Grauzone,
The Stooges,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Detroit Cobras,
Technova,
Circle Jerks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Jeru the Damaja,
Kayak,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gong,
Buzzcocks,
Brass Construction,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Sandy B,
Wings,
Quando Quango,
Lower 48,
Sugar Minott,
The Velvet Underground,
Radiohead,
Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale, Lou Reed & John Cale.
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.