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 Cape Verde and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the jazz 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 JFA. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Wyatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bluetip record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Technova,
Suburban Knight,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Derrick Morgan,
Model 500,
Rotary Connection,
Minor Threat,
Tears for Fears,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bob Dylan,
Sun City Girls,
Piero Umiliani,
Agitation Free,
Swans,
The Fugs,
Symarip,
La Düsseldorf,
Alison Limerick,
Sister Nancy,
MC5,
Isaac Hayes,
Stiv Bators,
Quantec,
Erykah Badu,
Yazoo,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Echospace,
Magma,
Lalo Schifrin,
Man Parrish,
X-Ray Spex,
the Soft Cell,
The Wake,
The Leaves,
Grandmaster Flash,
Black Bananas,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
Zapp,
DJ Sneak,
Lindisfarne,
Basic Channel,
The Black Dice,
The New Christs,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Grey Daturas,
Donald Byrd,
LL Cool J,
Alice Coltrane,
Harmonia,
Severed Heads,
Shoche,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Tremeloes,
Siglo XX,
Moss Icon,
Joy Division,
The Raincoats,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.