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 Antigua and from Lagos.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Byron Stingily to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every DJ Sneak 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
New Age Steppers,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Real Kids,
The Mojo Men,
Avey Tare,
Jacques Brel,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Red Krayola,
Cecil Taylor,
Don Cherry,
Q and Not U,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Los Fastidios,
Albert Ayler,
Talk Talk,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Victims,
Circle Jerks,
Icehouse,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Bootsy Collins,
Mission of Burma,
The Busters,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Lynne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Gladiators,
the Normal,
Kool Moe Dee,
Kas Product,
Newcleus,
Bobby Sherman,
Brick,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Main Source,
The Wake,
Cabaret Voltaire,
ABC,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Radiopuhelimet,
Mandrill,
Von Mondo,
Dual Sessions,
Nils Olav,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Pop Group,
Negative Approach,
Pylon,
UT,
JFA,
Yaz,
Big Daddy Kane,
Absolute Body Control,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
Marc Almond,
Quadrant,
Japan,
Althea and Donna,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
Rakim,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.