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 Slovakia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Jesper Dahlback to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Erasure 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
R.M.O.,
Gang Gang Dance,
Letta Mbulu,
Amazonics,
Yazoo,
Black Moon,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rekid,
cv313,
The Wake,
Pulsallama,
Fugazi,
Sam Rivers,
The Dead C,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Erasure,
the Sonics,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
UT,
Smog,
Radiohead,
Drexciya,
Pylon,
Flash Fearless,
Robert Hood,
Symarip,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Pharoah Sanders,
In Retrospect,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Joe Smooth,
Stiv Bators,
Organ,
Nico,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Negative Approach,
D'Angelo,
Kas Product,
Blake Baxter,
Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Reed,
Zero Boys,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deakin,
Eden Ahbez,
Sound Behaviour,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Pop Group,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Coltrane,
Von Mondo,
Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec, Pantytec.
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.