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 San Marino and from Jakarta.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Scratch Acid to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All These Immortal Souls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Manfred Mann's Earth Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ice-T,
Fela Kuti,
Fluxion,
Eve St. Jones,
Radiopuhelimet,
Masters at Work,
The Birthday Party,
Darondo,
Bang On A Can,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
La Düsseldorf,
Echospace,
Cymande,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Stiv Bators,
Lou Christie,
Warren Ellis,
The Gladiators,
Barrington Levy,
Rhythm & Sound,
Main Source,
Cal Tjader,
Toni Rubio,
Lou Reed,
Letta Mbulu,
Mars,
L. Decosne,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Massinfluence,
Lower 48,
The Evens,
John Holt,
The Black Dice,
New York Dolls,
Stockholm Monsters,
Brick,
Cheater Slicks,
The Moleskins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Buckinghams,
Young Marble Giants,
Ossler,
Pierre Henry,
Liliput,
Sight & Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Grey Daturas,
Kurtis Blow,
Arab on Radar,
Con Funk Shun,
FM Einheit,
Junior Murvin,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Trumans Water,
the Swans,
Faraquet,
Camouflage,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.