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 Slovenia and from New York.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the organ 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 Patti Smith to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Tomorrow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Soul Sonic Force 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Vainqueur record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Velvet Underground,
Marc Almond,
Sandy B,
Robert Görl,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Bad Manners,
Prince Buster,
the Slits,
Eddi Front,
Skaos,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Donald Byrd,
The Searchers,
The Mummies,
Wire,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Wings,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Five Americans,
Slave,
Gabor Szabo,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
Lindisfarne,
Magma,
Big Daddy Kane,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Birthday Party,
Gang Gang Dance,
Wasted Youth,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Mighty Diamonds,
48th St. Collective,
Smog,
the Human League,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Urselle,
Vainqueur,
Sexual Harrassment,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Robert Hood,
World's Most,
Howard Jones,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Carl Craig,
Marvin Gaye,
Unwound,
Thompson Twins,
Man Parrish,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bill Near,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Deakin,
The Dirtbombs,
Todd Rundgren,
Oneida, Oneida, Oneida, Oneida.
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.