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 Malaysia and from Philadelphia.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Major Organ And The Adding Machine to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Kurtis Blow. All the underground hits.
All The Smiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jacques Brel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thee Headcoats,
The Wake,
Pantaleimon,
Aswad,
Lou Christie,
The Cure,
Pulsallama,
Glambeats Corp.,
John Holt,
Q and Not U,
Procol Harum,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smiths,
Monolake,
Young Marble Giants,
The Seeds,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Josef K,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Icehouse,
Basic Channel,
Pere Ubu,
Connie Case,
One Last Wish,
Radiopuhelimet,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Derrick May,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Dirtbombs,
Babytalk,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Doors,
The Vogues,
Pet Shop Boys,
a-ha,
Junior Murvin,
The Searchers,
Peter and Kerry,
Pantytec,
Make Up,
Dual Sessions,
LL Cool J,
Cluster,
Cymande,
Masters at Work,
Colin Newman,
China Crisis,
Robert Hood,
Ultimate Spinach,
B.T. Express,
Sister Nancy,
Gang Green,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Bill Wells,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.